#re fic

[reobsessed]

Luis' Lab Partner

Pairing: Reader X Luis Content Warning: 18+, minors DNI, slight humour, protected sex, AFAB reader, Reader x Luis Sera fic. Special thanks to Suri for reads and edits!

Summary: You'd been working many long nights at Umbrella, with only your work and your smooth-talking lab partner to keep you company. One night during a particularly lengthy experiment, the two of you take a break to read some 'online smut'. One thing leads to another and you find yourself undressed, thrown over the top of Luis' desk.

Fic under the cut!

“Senorita, I have to ask, what does it mean by ‘he thrust deep into me, his cock battering my cervix relentlessly’?”

“Luis, I’m gonna be completely honest, I have no fucking clue,” you stated, pinching the cigarette from Luis’ mouth and inhaling deeply.

“It’s rather abstract…” Luis scratched the back of his head in confusion. The two of you were currently hunched over Luis’ work computer. The only source of lighting in the room came from the painfully bright light of the CRT monitor, casting your faces in an ominous white glow.

Time always passed slowly in the lab whilst you were waiting for results. Today had been a particularly gruelling experiment and despite it very rapidly turning to the early hours of the morning, you both still had a long wait ahead of you.

“It’s just like porn but with words.”

Luis laughed and did his best to sound shocked. “A lady such as yourself watching porn?? How scandalous,” he remarked with a glint in his eye, or perhaps it was the light playing tricks.

You tapped the shared cigarette on the side of Luis’ mug, watching as the powdered ash dropped into the remainder of his coffee.

The pair of you had been working together for quite some time now, the pleasant small talk you exchanged towards the beginning had quickly grown stale given that neither of you really did anything outside of work. Whilst you were happy to sit in silence like you’d done previously with other colleagues, Luis wouldn’t allow it. He was by no means annoying or obtrusive but he always made an effort to engage with you, small things like, how did you sleep last night? Have you ever read Don Quixote? What food do you like? Would you like to read Don Quixote? By all rights you should have found him annoying but there was something quite charming about him. 

“You know what we’re doing right now is basically the same as watching porn together.” You paid close attention to Luis’ expression, fully intending to get as much amusement out of his reaction as possible.

Luis choked on air. “Th-that’s not- it’s not the- I have to go check on some vials,” he announced, springing to the floor in a rigid stance. You suppressed a giggle, watching as he ran behind one of the desks and pretended to look for something.

Reading together in the dark lab had become a tradition for the two of you, it first began when Luis had brought along a heavily worn copy of Don Quixote to read. Unfortunately your busy work schedule didn’t leave much time for reading and so Luis had read it aloud for you while you worked. He managed several chapters a night depending on how late you were working and surprisingly he’d breezed through the entire novel in a matter of weeks. Luis had given it his all and you deeply appreciated how he brought the characters to life, giving each a distinctive voice, you enjoyed it so much in fact that once it was over you were unable to hide your sadness. 

You’d both agreed to find more things to read, these came in the form of: every single magazine in the break room, the umbrella health and safety pamphlet and finally, each of  Harold’s work diaries that he’d left scattered throughout the labs (that was when they found out he really didn’t like Luis.)  You cursed yourselves for not bringing along more books. That was when you had an idea, why not go online for some ‘fine literature’. And that’s where you found yourselves tonight, sat in a darkened room reading online smut.

“You coming back or should I find another one?” you called out, mouse already skimming over various links in the forum.

“I’ll just be a second,” came the stammered response from across the room. 

“We can read something else. I just thought it would be funny.” You stood up, making your way over to where Luis was. “Sorry if I made things awkward…” you trailed off, your eyes studying Luis carefully. “What are you doing?”

“I just needed a moment to… catch my breath.” His back was turned to you but the embarrassment in his voice was clear.

“You know,” you began, edging closer as you spoke. “It gets lonely being cooped up in a lab all day.” Luis’ head spun round and he flinched back slightly when he noticed you were standing directly in front of him.

“I’m always here to keep you company, senorita.”

“I know,” you replied, reaching out a hand towards his chest, Luis stopped you, clasping your hand gently in his.

“Perhaps we get to work, ey?”

“I don’t want to and clearly you don’t either,” you said pointing your gaze downwards.

Luis attempted to cover himself but it was too late, even in the dark of the room his growing lust was painfully obvious. 

“Ah that’s not very gentlemanly of me,” Luis laughed nervously.

“I like your carefree side better.” 

You stepped forward once again, closing the gap between you. Instinctively, Luis reached out his hands and put them either side of your hips, eliciting a gasp in response. Despite being the one to initiate you were still taken aback by the sudden contact. You’d spent many days and nights together but you’d rarely touched, there was the occasional brushing of fingertips when exchanging coffee, a pat on the shoulder followed by an earnest ‘well done,’ and of course, your most intimate act so far, a shared cigarette passed back and forth between your lips. 

Your arms reached upwards, looping around Luis’ neck, you pulled his head down towards you and planted a long awaited kiss on his lips. It only lasted a second but you felt as though a current were running throughout your entire body even after pulling away. Luis stared at you momentarily, mouth agape, until it widened into one of his signature grins. 

“Dios Mios,” he exclaimed softly. “It would be rude not to follow the lady’s example.” He brought his lips back down to yours and kissed you passionately, threading a hand through your hair as he did so. 

Delighted, you leaned into his touch, lapping desperately at his tongue, only ever having tasted him through cigarettes you were desperate to get your fill. The kiss intensified and so did your grip on the back of Luis’ shirt. The two of you stumbled backwards with Luis steadying himself with one hand.

“Perhaps a change of position is in order,” he announced, picking you up by the waist and setting you down on one of the desks. 

“Stuff’s in the way,” you said, swiping your hand across various notes and test tubes. Luis winced as the glass shattered on the floor. “It’s okay, Umbrella’ll pay for it.” You’d already discarded your lab coat and were halfway through undoing your blouse.  

Luis looked conflicted for a moment, that was until his gaze landed on your now exposed cleavage.

“Mi amor.” He let out a breathy sigh before burying his head in the ripened fruits. His hands fumbled with the back of your bra. His mind was clouded in a lustful haze, impairing his ability to complete simple tasks. “Mierda,” he muttered impatiently, hands still grappling with the metal hook of your bra. 

Both amused and agitated you began pulling off Luis’ lab coat and then quickly moved to his jeans. In the time it took you to remove both articles of clothing, he was still trying in vain to remove your bra. 

“Can’t be good at everything,” you giggled. Luis laughed in return, unclipping your bra in an instant.

“You’ll pay for such hurtful remarks,” Luis threatened light-heartedly. He dragged down your trousers and underwear, dropping them to the floor along with his jeans. Without another word he nestled his tongue between your legs, eliciting a high pitched moan from his lab partner. He gave extra care and attention to your clit, lapping at it firmly and greedily. You wiggled your hips in pleasure, grasping fistfuls of Luis’ hair in your hands, as you pushed his head further into your throbbing clit.

The force of your fingers pulling on his hair caused Luis to let out a stifled groan, despite the pain he continued to lap at you until his mouth and stubble were fully wetted with your dripping contentment. 

“Luis- fuck- just stick it in already,” you cried out between gasps.

Luis pulled away, dabbing at the side of his mouth with his thumb. “If you insist,” he smirked, pulling open one of the desk drawers and retrieving a condom from inside. Printed on the front of the pack was a stark red and white umbrella logo, along with the slogan ‘Our Business is Life Itself’, Luis couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony.

“Seriously, Luis? You keep those in your desk?”

“What?? They’re company issued,” Luis explained innocently.

“Oh, right, so they just hand out a condom with every beaker or something?”

“Err they do for me,” he gave a half shrug, half laugh as he tore open the packet and slid the condom over his awaiting dick. He turned to look at you, before shaking his head. “Ah, this won’t do, that looks a little uncomfortable.” He grabbed the clothing from the floor, bundling it into a makeshift pillow that he slid underneath your head. You smiled at his attentiveness, reaching up to peck him on the lips once more.

Luis positioned himself on top of you, sliding in with ease. You both moaned as he settled himself inside of you. “Are you feeling alright?” He cupped one side of your face in his hand as he waited for an answer.

“Doing just fine,” you grinned in response, bucking your hips against Luis. 

Luis responded by matching your rhythm, pushing in and out, the room was filled with the sounds of your heavy panting along with the clatter of the remaining items left on the desk.

Luis fought hard to suppress his overflowing pleasure. He gripped the edge of the table with one hand and used the other to pull one of your legs up over his shoulder. The new position gave him a better angle to pound into your most sensitive parts.

“Ah, more,” you gasped. Your rising contentment threatened to boil over as you felt your head swim. “Luis,” you called out in desperation. You gripped onto his arms, your eyes watering and pleading.

He peppered kisses down your neck.

“It’s okay mi amor.” The gentle caress of his voice gave your aching body permission. 

Like a flash of lightning your mind went blank, all thoughts emptied as you sought only satisfaction. An electrifying pulse coursed through you as your entire body trembled as you writhed against Luis.

“Ah, ah fuck,” you cried out as you collapsed in bliss.

Luis followed soon after, crumpling beside you. You both laid in silence besides the occasional panting of breath. Luis carefully slid out of you and grabbed his lab coat from the floor, throwing it over the two of you.

“Hey, Luis?”

“What is it,” he mumbled as he dug through his pockets searching for his lighter.

“Did you hit my cervix or not?”

“Hmm maybe, maybe not. Perhaps we can try again another time?” he quirked an eyebrow in sync with his cigarette lighting up.

You struggled to suppress the blush that burned across your cheeks, holding his hand closely in yours.

Umbrella was really going to have to start issuing more condoms.

#resident evil 4 #luis sera #luis serra #reader x luis #luis sera x reader #luis serra x reader #re4make #re4 remake #fic #re fic #luis serra navarro #resident evil #resident evil fic #my fic

[blueysobssesions]

Part 2 !!!!!

I don't hate Ada or anything!! She's too pretty to be hated on.

To the Anon who requested this... Ilysm mwa <3

After a few minutes of waiting, you heards footsteps coming up from the basement. You looked adn see Leon and Ada who's smiling at each other with the supplies in their hands. “So… It's a date, then?” Leon tried to lower his voice, but you can hear him clearly. You were stunned by what he just said: ‘What…? A d-date? What is he saying?’ You couldn't help but feel saddened and jealous that Leon asked Ada out on a date. You try to hide your emotions and pretend to be happy for them, but deep down, you wish it was you in Ada's place. Too many thoughts were running through your mind. “I'll think about it.” Ada smirked at him before letting go of the supplies and leaving the cabin. “Did something happened?” you finally spoke with a fake smile. He soon then turned to face you “Ah, Nothing, We found a first aid kit. Do you mind aiding Ashley's wound in her hand?” He gave you a smile, handing the aid kit to you that you soon took it. “Thank You… I'll aid her injury… and Thank you for saying me back there…” You felt grateful for his help and kindness that's what you liked about him. He smiled, you went to Ashley to tend her wound which was pretty easy.

After aiding Ashley's injury, you suggested she go to sleep and reassured her that you'd be just outside to  get some fresh air. You walked out of the cabin and took a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze on your face. As you stood there, you realized how much you needed this moment of solitude to clear your head. But then you heard giggles coming from your left, your head immediately turned where the sound was coming from.

 Your eyes widened at the scene you were seeing right now, you thought Ada left the cabin but she was instead has wrapped her arms around Leon's neck giggling. “A date huh?” she said, “Yeah, after this. What? Not fond of dates?” he said jokingly. You can't believe what's happening… The man you had a crush on has been taken away from you. What does Ada have that I don't? Me and Leon have been partners on missions over a year… Why Ada? She's rarely seeing Leon. You bowed your head down feeling sad and dissapointed… You wished that you have just confessed your feeling for him but you were scared getting rejected. Maybe it is better to just keep your feelings to yourself and cherish the moments you did get to spend with him. But seeing them getting along makes your heart ache… Looking at them again, now, they were kissing… It made your eyes sore, that you almost want to cry.

Small tears were starting to come out from your eyes, you immediately turned around and walked away, feeling a mix of sadness and anger. You couldn't bear to witness their affection for each other any longer, it was too painful to watch. “Y/n? Is that you?” you stopped in your tracks when you heard Luis calling you. You don't want to talk to him right now, You take a deep breath and turn around, trying to keep your composure. "What do you want, Luis?" you ask, your voice betraying your annoyance. “Woah there seňorita! What happened?” he said approaching you, you looked away from him. “Nothing…” You sensed that he knew something was bothering you and you didn't want to burden him with your problems. But he gently placed his hand on your shoulder and said, "I know you would always talk to Leon about your problems but, you know you can always talk to me, right?" he said smiling at you. After you heard what he said, you turned to face him with teary eyes. He immediately pulled you into a warm embrace, holding you tightly as you let out all your emotions. "Shh, It's alright seňorita…" he whispered softly, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “I hope you don't mind telling me what happened?” he asked you, “I… I had feelings towards Leon but… I didn't expect Ada would be the one he would fell in love with… We have been partners on every mission! I saved him when he couldn't save himself… Why her?” you then started to let out small cries as Luis tries to comfort you.

Luis View:

I felt Sad and Happy at the same time… I have liked Y/n when I met her in this crazy village… But I noticed that she was very fond of Leon which made me a Jealous… Who wouldn't? She's pretty, caring, amazing and really good at aiming… I felt Angry when I heard about what happened… but I also felt happy when I can finally have the chance to confess… but… Will she say yes?

#Resident Evil #Re #Resident Evil Fanfic #Re fic #Blueyheartzposts #Angst #Luis Sera #Resident Evil Angst #Resident evil x reader #resident evil x reader angst #Luis Sera x Reader #Leon Kennedy #Ada Wong #Leon Kennedy x Reader #Leon Kennedy Angst #Luis Sera Angst #Luis sera x reader angst #Leon Kennedy x reader angst #re angst

[bitbugbites-re]

𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝚂 𝙾𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙰 | 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

put me in a room alone with this man and one of us is walking out pregnant. and it ain't. gonna. be. me.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

none, yet!

𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Damsel // ~8.6k words // NSFW, FLUFF

As summer comes to an end, you’re desperate to get some pool time in while you still can. However, since it’s now October, you’re pretty much out of luck. Luckily for you, there’s an indoor pool at the Y. Not to mention, it comes along with a cute pool boy!

cw: fem! reader // NSFW, FLUFF // drowning // ktober

𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖘

Second Chance // 6 chars. // NSFW, ANGST, (eventual) FLUFF

rekindled relationship scenario

cw: fem! reader // NSFW, ANGST, (eventual) FLUFF // hate sex, second chance, jealousy, miscommunication (resolved), hints of depressive behaviors // ktober

𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

Lap Pillow Headcanons // 5 chars. // FLUFF, (slight) NSFW

characters: Albert Wesker, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Leon S. Kennedy

cw: gn! reader // FLUFF, (slight) NSFW // lap pillow // ktober

First Kiss Headcanons // 3 chars. // FLUFF

characters: Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy

cw: gn! reader // FLUFF // first kiss // ktober

Virginity Headcanons // 5 chars. // NSFW, FLUFF

characters: Albert Wesker, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Leon S. Kennedy

cw: gn! reader // NSFW, FLUFF // virginity, foreplay // ktober

Praise Headcanons // 3 chars. // FLUFF

characters: Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy

cw: gn! reader // FLUFF // praise, love languages, nicknames/pet names // ktober

#carlos oliveira masterlist #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira smut #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira x you #resident evil #resident evil smut #smut #fluff #carlos oliveira fluff #re3 remake #carlos resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #re fanfic #re fic #re fandom #re3 carlos

[wisecrackingeric-2]

Luis Serra has survived the knife to the back from Krauser. And now, he lives with Leon in his apartment- slowly recovering from his injuries and learning to live with his new chronic pain, and guilt surrounding his actions.

Will Luis ever learn to forgive himself? Will he ever find out just how much he truly is in love with Leon?

This is a three-chapter fic, roughly around 10K words each, and acts as the first part to my Serrenedy (Luis Serra Lives) AU, and covers how Luis handles living with Leon for the first time, his emotions, and his pain

This has been a labour of love and the fanfiction I am easily most proud of to this day, and have spent the most time on!!!! So I hope you all enjoy it!!!!!!!!!

Note: Please read the trigger warnings and disclaimers in the notes as this work goes into various heavy topics.

#ericswriting #resident evil #re fic #resident evil fanfiction #serennedy #serrenedy #re death island #resident evil death island #death island #death island leon #leon death island #re vendetta #resident evil vendetta #re infinite darkness #resident evil infinite darkness #luis serra x leon kennedy #leon kennedy x luis serra #luis sera x leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #re leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #leon s kennedy fanfiction #leon kennedy #re luis #re4 luis sera #luis sera resident evil #luis serra fanfic #luis sera #luis sera re4 #re4r luis sera

[solanumofthestars]

Stay at My House

AN: Under the cut :)

Rating: M 

Tags: romance, friendship, flirting, kissing, implied/referenced nsfw, angst, tenderness- more under cut

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Luis Serra

Characters: Ashley Graham, Luis Serra, Leon S. Kennedy

Word Count:  9.8k

Summary: "I’ve been lonely for too long. As have you.”

A short AU fic where Luis successfully helps Leon and Ashley escape, and then, to his own surprise, successfully invites Leon to his apartment.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Tags: one-sided infatuation from Ashley's side / friendship / Ashley is friends with Luis and Leon / drinking / smoking / romance / Implied/Referenced Sex / Kissing / Flirting / AU / AU where Luis lives / Angst / Tenderness / Humor / the romance is centered on Luis and Leon as the tags reflect / Swearing / Luis taking care of Leon and Ashley / Ashley goofing about with Luis / And having a bit of a heart to heart

Author Note: I hope you enjoy this short AU fic. It certainly turned out to be longer than expected. Title an obvious inspiration from the song "I Really Want to Stay at Your House", but much fic inspiration was taken from Donkeyboy's "Stay", "We Can Be Friends", "All Up to You", and "Darkest Night", as well as YYY's "Maps". Apologies for any mistakes- fic has been proofread twice. Thank you for reading :) Cross-posted to ao3.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

“Let’s put him down over there, on the big chair with all the medical…” Luis waved his hand.  “...things,” he said. He didn’t want to say energy blasters. 

“Will it save him?” Ashley asked. She was beside herself, holding back tears for what seemed like the fifth time in the past hour. 

“I used it before, and it worked- it has no business not working.” The words may have been confident, but in reality, Luis was full of doubt. The parasite he had removed from himself was slightly different from what Leon and Ashley had been injected with, and to make matters worse, his parasite hadn’t been stalled with suppressants. 

If someone held a gun to his head and asked about the odds, he’d bluntly say that Ashley’s chances were better. The suppressant had been administered to her only a few hours ago, making its effect minimal. The parasite would be more visible and easier to extract. Leon, however, had already taken two doses- one 10 hours ago, and another an hour ago.

As if they didn’t have enough problems already, the suppressant clearly wasn’t working properly on Leon anymore. Yes, Leon’s mind wasn’t ‘dead’, but he was half-conscious and he could barely walk. His veins were dark, and his blue eyes were turning into a hideous reddish-brown. Luis suspected that the accelerated effect was because of all the physical activity and injuries Leon had sustained, unlike Ashley, who had been for the most part stationary due to her captivity. It was a ridiculous silver lining that allowed her body to put up a better fight, unlike Leon’s body seemed to be on the verge of giving up.

He and Ashley managed to get Leon on the chair, despite his weak pushes and mumbled protests. “He’ll be fine, Luis began to say, “but we need to get him-” 

Leon grabbed his wrist. “Ashley….first,” he spat out, eyes dark and fierce. 

“No Leon! Shut up!” Ashley yelled as she began to wrestle him into the chair. She was crying, her tears falling all over Leon’s arm. 

“You heard the lady, cowboy.” Luis pulled Leon’s wrist away and positioned his arm in, ignoring the “no’s” coming from the man. “Miss Ashley over here has a good few hours, maybe even a day. But you, my friend?” Luis adjusted the contraption hanging above the chair. “Like 10 minutes.” An exaggeration, but he hoped that it would be enough to get Leon to listen.

Finally, Leon stopped struggling. Thank god he was weakened. He was ridiculously strong, and if he hadn’t been semi-unconscious, they wouldn’t be able to stop him from climbing out. 

“Quickly…” Leon croaked out. His breathing was labored.

So Luis hit the button. And it was horrific, and he was wringing his hands, and Ashley had her hands over her mouth to stifle her scared cries. But he couldn’t comfort her- he had to be alert and watch the machine do its thing, praying to the God he did not believe in anymore. it had to  work. It had to. Leon saved his life more than once. The very least he could do was return the favor. 

<>><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

The lab used to be a cold, stifling place, especially since Luis began to feel overwhelming guilt about what he had done. But now, it was a source of comfort, nay- a safe haven, despite its overall ransacked and dirty appearance.

The parasite had been extracted from both Leon and Ashley successfully. The procedure, as he had predicted, was a lot less taxing for Ashley,. After a few minutes she was already sitting up next to him in a chair, wrapped up in a blanket. Leon, on the other hand, was lying down on a nearby cot, in a shallow slumber from the pain medicine Luis had injected him with. During the trashing during the procedure, Leon’s wounds had opened up, and they had needed stitching. 

Luis glanced at Ashley. She was looking at Leon with deep concern, along with a hint of undeniable infatuation. Not that he could blame her. Mr. Leon Kennedy had bewitched him as well. 

"He'll be alright," he reassured her. "Our squire here is a strong man."

Ashley gave him a weary smile. "Do you think you could..." She shifted in her seat and pulled the blanket tighter over her shoulders. "...you could take a look at him again?"

"I just did, but sure." Luis patted Ashley's shoulder and made his way to Leon. He sighed. Leon seemed to be breathing regularly and calmly, and his muscles seemed relaxed, but the furrowed eyebrows and frowning lips betrayed the tension on his face. No doubt he would have fought sleep if he had the strength, but thankfully, he didn't. 

And if Leon did, he would make sure to inject him with another dose of painkillers. Problematic nature of the action aside, Luis suspected that this was one of the few ways Leon could relax in any way, shape, or form. 

Either way, everything else looked good; Luis did not fancy himself a doctor in the traditional sense, but he knew how to check a pulse, do and check stitches, apply injections, check for trauma and broken bones, and apply antiseptic - something he noticed one of Leon's wounds could use. 

As he applied the antiseptic, Luis studied Leon, glancing every other second at a different feature of his. The soft lips, calloused hands, muscular chest and arms, surprisingly clear skin, the lovely blond hair. And to think he was seeing it slightly greasy, dirty and unkempt- it must be a wonder to behold after being washed. 

But the lips, oh the lips. Thin and usually pursed but undeniably soft-looking. 

Perhaps he should feel somewhat guilty for gawking unapologetically, but he couldn’t. Luis gently ran his fingers down the length of Leon’s left arm, partially to check his veins for the virus, and partially to have yet another excuse to touch him as he looked him over once more. 

Oh he was attractive, painfully so. While his first meeting with Leon was fraught with disappointment and fear, followed by annoyance and fear again, curiosity got the better of him. That curiosity very quickly morphed into an infatuation, one he couldn’t help express with obvious flirting that without a doubt flew over Leon’s head. 

“Luis?” Ashley was now standing behind him, peering at Leon. 

“Right, uh, he’s good.” Luis awkwardly patted Leon’s shoulder. “Just needs to rest a little more. Let’s give him some room.”

He walked back to his chair, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Ashley gently touch Leon’s shoulder before sitting back down in her seat next to him.

Ashley was a lovely woman, and it was a shame she got so brutally introduced to the underlying horrors of science. Well, at least as much as one could call it science. Ever since he had started working for Umbrella, everything had comically veered into a mess of science-fiction and fantasy, all cloaked in greed, betrayal, hate and conspiracy theories that would make the founding fathers of capitalism proud. Ah well, he couldn’t be too angry about that- he was able to barter his safety thanks to it. 

Huh, he had access to a computer. Maybe the mysterious yet beautiful Ada left him a message. Luis chuckled to himself as he thought about her. Looks like Hollywood movies were true- secret agents were hot. 

He started typing and clicking, figuring he’d also back up the information on it. Wouldn’t hurt, and he could use it to barter even further. Saddler’s fucking idiotic henchmen ransacked the lab without checking for any cloud backups. Morons. . Fuck, they didn’t even bother cracking a password that was quite literally written on a post-it note taped to the monitor screen. And they didn’t even properly look for the amber, which was now safely on his person. Although he should not have been surprised with this level of incompetence, especially considering how virus affected the brain. 

“So…what are you doing?” Ashley asked. She looked a lot calmer, but the weariness in her eyes was telling. 

Luis gave her what he hoped was a charming smile. “Backing up some information. And doing something no self-respecting scientist would do in a lab.” He pulled out his pack of smokes and lit up a cigarette.

Ashley laughed, and he offered her a cigarette, which she, predictably, declined. “I would go for a drink though,” she said. 

“Ah, good thinking.” He pointed at her in approval. “Let’s see….” He rolled his chair to a cabinet in the corner, hoping that the bottle of Metaxa was still stashed behind a collection dated, dusty files.

It was. 

“Excellent!” he exclaimed, and held up the bottle. Ashley gave him a thumbs up.

“It’s room temperature but hey, it’s still good. Oh wait…” They had no glasses. “Looks like we will have to drink straight from the bottle, if you’re alright with that.”

“I am,” she said, and gestured for him to pass her the alcohol. God knew the girl needed a drink. She took a big gulp, coughed a little, and then took another. 

Ah, a true American college girl. 

“I don’t even know what this is,” she laughed. “Cognac?”

“Technically not, although it’s often compared to it,” he said, taking the bottle from her and taking a swig himself. “It’s an…” he trailed off, and scoffed. 

“It’s a what?” Ashley asked.

He passed the bottle back to her and shook his head. “A kind of Greek amber spirit.”

She raised her eyebrows at him, the mouth of the bottle frozen inches away from her lips. 

“Just because of the color, nothing else,” he assured, raising his hand. An uncanny coincidence, truly. 

Ashley thought about it for a moment, shrugged, and then took another sip. 

Were it not for the horrendous circumstances, this would be an amicable social evening. Luis loved company of any kind, and made friends with ease, no matter their age, nationality, or gender. And this company was not only very nice, but particularly interesting- a shame one of them was unconscious, but hopefully, he’d be able to talk to Leon some more before they made their way out of this whole mess.

Because after that, he’d either have to run away and go into hiding, or he’d be caught and put into jail or forced to work for the American government.  Or the Spanish government. Who the fuck knew anymore. His life was a fucking mess. 

“Ow, fuck, mierda,” he hissed. He had reached over to the computer, irritating his shoulder wound. 

“Are you alright?” Ashley asked, putting her hand on his knee. 

“It’s fine, just…that fucking knife wound really stings.” And it probably hit the bone too, fuck. But at least he wasn’t dead. Had Leon not yanked him to the side, that fucking G.I. Joe freak would have hit him square in the back, most likely making him bleed to death in minutes. 

“Luis, can I ask what happened exactly? Leon didn’t really say....”

“I’m not surprised. Here, give me that.” He motioned for the bottle, and took another sip before recounting what had happened. 

As soon as the blade slammed into my shoulder,  I hit the floor and blacked out immediately- the pain was fucking horrendous. Thankfully, I woke up fairly quickly, only to see Leon struggling with this Krauser dude, yelling about betrayal, mentorship, and whatever else. Shit, I didn’t care. I got up to my knees and fired three rounds into this motherfucker’s back. He dropped, but then began changing into one of those things, only worse. He had a blade for an arm, and his flesh was all plagas-like. Horrific. He sighed, and took a drag from his cigarette. Ashley was awkwardly holding the bottle, and looking down. She mumbled that Krauser was the one that arranged her kidnapping. He expressed his remorse, and assured her he wasn't a threat anymore. As you will find, we managed to kill him. He continued.  True, I was still stunned from the wound in my shoulder, but I did my best to help. I even stabbed Krauser with the sharp end of a rusty pipe. Ha. But…Leon was the one to kill him. Stabbed him right through the heart, while the other encouraged him to do it. From what I gather this dude had trained Leon, so there was some connection.”

Ashley finally looked up at him. “Leon must not have taken it well.”

Luis shook his head. “He did not. He stared at his lifeless corpse for a good minute, his bottom lip trembling. I thought he would cry. He then went off to the side and sat in silence for a good few minutes.” He finished the cigarette, and threw it to the ground- this place was filthy either way. “He eventually snapped out of it, and helped me with my wound, but yeah, nasty stuff.”

Ashley nodded solemnly. “Shame about your jacket,” she commented with a sympathetic smile, looking at the bloodied piece of clothing thrown over the edge of a desk. 

“Hey, at least it looks cool now,” he quipped. He fully intended to get it fixed, but for now, he’d have to just waltz around in his simple white shirt. 

She smiled at him. “You look good in that too,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him. 

He in turn gave her a light smirk and jutted his chin out. “Why Miss Ashley, thank you.” After all, he had the sleeves rolled up and the top buttons undone, just like the ladies liked. “I see my charms have worked. And that you know how to utilize yours, hm?”

She laughed. “Maybe. I’m not too good at this stuff.”

“Ah, you’re still better than our squire over here.” He nodded at the still sleeping Leon. “I sometimes wonder if he even realizes when he’s being flirted with.”

“Oh my god I know right?” Ashley exclaimed. She then furrowed her eyebrows. “Wait…”

Luis nodded in acknowledgement. 

“I thought you were a ladies man, Luis,” Ashley said, an amused smile on her face.

“I mostly am, but…I sometimes also am a gentleman’s man.” He lit another cigarette.  “Especially if the man in question is so enticing.” And sexy.

“Yeah….” Ashley trailed off wistfully.

“So I think it’s safe to say you like him too, Miss Ashley?”

Her shy smile confirmed it immediately. "It's hard not to. He's so…nice."

An understatement to be sure. "That he is," Luis said. "And interesting that it was something you've noticed as well."

"How do you mean?"

He motioned for the bottle which Ashley was clutching. "Leon is wide, muscley, very handsome, very pretty, and very capable. We have both seen him fight and we know he is capable of impressive acts of violence against those who deserve it, something some people may find attractive." Luis took another swig, noting that somehow they had already gotten through a  fourth of the bottle. "And yet what is perhaps most striking is how willing he is to help others. I've known him for what, 24 hours, and he's saved me at least five times. He technically didn't have to. And he would be even right to let me die. But he didn't."

"Luis don't say that…" Ashley trailed off. 

"I eventually figured out what Umbrella was doing, and I still stupidly stuck around."

"Well if you hadn't, you wouldn't be here, and you wouldn't have helped me and Leon."

Luis cocked his head. "You have a point, senorita." He winked. “And since you two plan to be around for a while, perhaps you will get Leon interested in you, hm?"

Ashley grinned. "I plan to ask him to join my detail. Dad wouldn't oppose it." She sighed. "Especially since I will probably end up sequestered somewhere. Having Leon would make it better."

"Good plan, good plan." Luis nodded along, not at all jealous. 

"But…I don't know how I feel about him. I certainly like him, but I wonder how much of it is just a normal attraction and how much…you know." Ashley gestured, unsure of what to say.

"Stockholm syndrome?" Luis asked.

Ashley gave him a horrified look, and he realized he made a mistake. "No wait, that's not it!" He exclaimed. That was for kidnappers. "...Ah, shining knight syndrome?" Fuck. His English was good, but he still frequently lost himself in all the idioms and metaphors. 

Oh, and now Ashley was laughing at him. "I'm sorry it's just, I’m not making fun of you, but when you said Stockholm syndrome, I thought of those freaks, and-" She descended into a fit of hysterical giggles, and he with her. The idea of any of them being a romantic interest was a terrifying and morbid thought, but clearly the alcohol was doing its job, making them silly and giggly. He had to admit he was already feeling tipsy, as was Ashley no doubt.

"I'm sorry Ashley, I-" he coughed, trying to make himself stop laughing. 

"No it's okay, I needed a good laugh.” She straightened up in her chair and took a deep breath. “Either way, I know what you mean. I may be more influenced by how heroic he’s being. Even though he says it’s his job.”

“Exactly,” Luis said. “Nothing wrong with that, but if anything, you will probably get a better read once you have known each other, er, outside these lovely circumstances.”

“Yeah,” Ashley said, nodding slowly. “I do know that no matter what, I would want to be friends with him. I even asked him if he could maybe train me to be an agent, but he didn’t seem too excited about that…”

Luis tsked. “That’s not surprising, I think.”

“Really? You don’t think he was just blowing me off?”

He shook his head. “Nah. He just doesn’t want you to be involved with such horrors.”

“Well I will be involved anyway.” She sounded indignant. “I will either be an agent, or go into science like you so I can study this virus and stop others from using it. I can easily switch my major, I’m already taking biolog-”

“No no, I am a scientist and I am telling you to not do that. Look at me.” He pointed to himself. “Look at the situation I am in.” He clapped. “Become a medical doctor instead. You can still help people, right?”

“Yeah, I guess….I also was, or am still I guess, studying to become a lawyer.”

“That’s very noble. And still useful. I wouldn’t abandon it.” He put his hands up. “Apologies if my advice is a bit too forward, it’s not like I know much about you and really-”

Ashley shook her head. “No, I appreciate it. It’s nice to talk to someone about it.” She smiled and reached out to hold his hand. “Thanks Luis.” 

“Of course. Can I kiss your hand?” He cocked his eyebrow.

Ashley nodded/ “Of course sir!” She giggled, and he readily acquiesced, placing a soft kiss just above her knuckles. “Since I’m giving bad advice- you could always marry someone rich and just use their money to further your own goals.You’re the president’s daughter- you’re a catch!”

Ashley had just been in the middle of taking another sip, but pulled the bottle away to stop herself from spitting the alcohol out everywhere. “Oh my gosh pfft….” 

They both descended into laughter again, laughter that was interrupted by a groggy, deep voice. “Ashley?” Leon was attempting to get up, and squinting his eyes at them with a confused expression. 

“Leon!” Ashley exclaimed. She put the now half-empty bottle down with a thud and rushed to his side. 

Luis slowly followed. 

Ashley had thrown her arms over a still half-lying down Leon, and he was warmly hugging her back.  “You’re okay.” he said, a smile on his face. 

“Of course she is,” Luis said, having already made his way to them. “Got on the machine right after you, and got the virus blasted out of her with great success.”

Leon looked at Ashley, who was sitting on the side, her hand on Leon’s thigh. She smiled at him. “I’m alright, thanks to Luis. And you’re alright too, thanks to him.” 

“Yeah, thanks,” Leon said.

Perhaps it wasn’t the most eloquent of thanks, but Luis could tell how sincere Leon was. His eyes betrayed a mixture of overwhelming gratefulness and relief, even though his sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes displayed his sadness like a neon sign above a shitty convenience store. 

“My pleasure. I told you I wanted to help. But you-”

There was a distant rumble, followed by a light shake. 

“We’ll talk later, we need to go,” Leon said. “Luis, you said you need to pick something up?”

He grabbed one of his over shoulder bags and rushed over to the computer and pulled out the CD backup containing all his notes, research and messages.  “Yeah, I don’t think I will be able to. I will just count on you to get me off this island.” He shoved in some medical supplies too, just to be safe.

“Of course!” Ashley exclaimed. 

“But you will have to lead us out of here first,” Leon said. He was now up, fully alert, and in battle mode. His eyes were darting around, and his gun was drawn. 

“Naturally, my prince charming,” he curtsied, which earned a laugh from Ashley, and a glare from Leon. Fuck they were both still tipsy. Here’s to hoping they didn’t trip over their own feet.

“Shut the hell up and go!” Leon yelled.

He shrugged and broke into a jog. “You know, I just saved your life, you should be more appreciative of that!” he called out. They ran out of the lab and made a left turn- the corridor should take them to a concealed entrance that led to the cliff sides. 

“I’m about to not be if you don’t stop with this needless commentary,” Leon grumbled.

Damn. Leon made it just too easy to annoy him. 

“And now if you look to your right you will see this amazing cement wall lined with only hints of blood,” Luis began to say in a cheery voice, “-and up ahead we will make a right and see the lovely Los Illumindos labs-”

Ashley was already laughing, and he could only imagine how furiously Leon was pouting. “Are you two drunk?” he asked. 

Oh fuck, he must have noticed the bottle. “Of course not- that would be irresponsible.” He turned around and winked at Ashley who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. 

“Anyway, as you so rudely interrupted, if we take a right over here you will see some delightful tunnels-”

This went on for the whole 3 minutes of them escaping. At one point he caught a glimpse of Leon’s annoyed yet resigned face, and it nearly made him double over in laughter. To make matters even better, Ashley giggled and sometimes joined in on his stupid comments throughout the whole thing.

“And here we are, end of tour!” Luis exclaimed. They had emerged onto a wide wooden walkway on the cliffs that stretched both up and down the steep rocks. “Now if we just go up this ladder, a helicopter can easily pick us up.”

“About that…” Leon trailed off. “It blew up, and I lost contact. My comms are down.” 

Ashley looked at Leon worried, and Luis threw his head back and sighed. “It seems I have to do everything. Let’s go.” They would try to make a run to the small cave wharf the walkway led to, and hope to god that the motorboat used to make supply runs was still there along with its keys. 

The earthquakes were becoming more frequent. Luis could only guess what they meant. The lack of any kind of ganados or any other variety of henchmen led him to believe that Saddler had been defeated, or was in the process of being defeated. 

Luis’ theory was confirmed when they miraculously found the motorboat intact with its keys and managed to put some distance between themselves and the island. Through Leon’s binoculars, he watched the mysterious Ada launch a rocket straight into a mutated Saddler's face. 

Leon smiled when he had a look himself. "Ada," he softly said. 

"Ada?" Luis asked. "So you know her then?"

"We go back," Leon said, not offering any more explanation. 

"She saved us before,"Ashley chimed in. "Do you think she will be alright Leon?"

Just then, a helicopter flew over them, clearly landing where Ada was.

"Yeah, she will be fine," Leon said. He had a wistful, tired look on his face. It was obvious that there was some romantic involvement, and Luis had to admit he was deathly curious, but there was no way in hell he would get it out of Leon.

He then noticed there was blood seeping through Leon’s bandages on his right arm and shoulder.  "Joder, Leon you're bleeding again.” 

"Leave it, we will be picked up soon," Leon said, in a vain attempt to wave him off. Like hell. 

Luis asked Ashley to pass him his bag, and began working on Leon, despite his protests that he was steering the motorboat. 

"We have open sea in front of us, you won't crash into anything."

"Can I help?" Ashley asked. She was scooting over closer to the both of them, careful not to get up- while the boat was not going very fast, the boat was rocking a fair amount.  

"Actually yes, pass me my tote bag," he said. 

He got to work as carefully as he could-thankfully Leon slowed and kept the boat sturdy, while calling someone to arrange a pick up place. 

"And we have Luis Serra with us….no I did not arrest him,he saved me and Baby Eagle."

"I'm saving you now!" He exclaimed while gently wrapping the bandage around Leon's muscular arm. The person on the other end better have heard him. 

Leon gave him an amused smirk. "Copy, will bring him to the extraction point."

"Wait what?" Luis asked. "Am I getting arrested, American? Technically you can't do that, I'm a Spanish citizen."

"What?! Luis is getting arrested?!" Ashley exclaimed, "Leon you can't-" She was pulling out a fresh bandage from the bag.

"Relax, it's not like that, they just want to ask you some questions," Leon said. 

Luis scoffed and shrugged. "Looks like I don't have a choice." 

"By the way are you done?" Leon asked. Luis had just finished redressing the wound on his forearm. 

"No, now your shoulder. Nurse!" 

"Yes doctor," Ashley laughed, handing him a neatly rolled bandage.  

"Great," Leon grumbled, a slight smile on his face. Regardless, he still dutifully lifted his right arm so his companions could fix it. 

"You seem to overstrain your right arm, Leon," Luis said. His fingers neatly danced around Leon's shoulder, swiftly wrapping the clean bandage around the bruised and wounded areas strewn all over his shoulder blade. "Injured your left?"

"Yeah, gunshot wound, six years ago."

Luis tsked. "That would do it." He tucked in the end of the bandage, pulling Leon's sleeve down to keep it in place. His hand lingered longer than it should have, ever so lightly gliding against Leon's shoulder blade. "21 years old huh? You started early."

"Yeah, I did," Leon said, not turning to look at him.

Luis started to realize that the man before him most likely had had a very tragic, upsetting past, not unlike him. He wanted to find out more, but before he could attempt further conversation, Ashley loudly coughed.

Both him and Leon whipped their heads around to look at her, Leon immediately asking if she was okay. 

"I think so, I mean, I'm pretty sure I got pneumonia." She gave them an awkward smile, but it was clear the same thought had crossed her mind as theirs. 

"Mierda, I should listen to your lungs, but I won't hear shit in this boat and without a stethoscope, but here..." He took her hand and began to take her pulse. 

It was alright. "Now look at me…" He moved close, looking into her eyes, specifically the sclera. No trace of the virus. 

"Now let me just take a look at your arms…" He ran his fingers up her forearm, applying pressure to key points. He noticed Leon glancing at them, clearly concerned. 

Everything looked in order. "You seem to be alright," he gave a reassuring smile. "But doctor first thing. And don't spare details about what you were affected with. I assume the American government knows about the virus, umbrella, all that?" He turned to look at Leon. 

"That's classified." He answered. "But…that's part of why they want you around. Just in case."

"Go figure." He sighed. 

To his surprise, Ashley took his hand. "I'm not going to let them lock you up somewhere, Luis."

"Oh querida," he leaned in for a hug, and Ashley eagerly reciprocated. He could feel the relief and exhaustion seeping out of her tired body. "You want in Leon?" Luis craned his head around to ask, knowing full well the squire had to steer. 

"Very funny." He shook his head. "And also heads up- we're here." 

 <><><><><><><><><>

Before the secret service carted Ashley away, she managed to say goodbye to both Luis and Leon.

First, she took Leon to the side, and while Luis could not hear anything they said, it was clear she was offering him to join her security detail. Leon looked at her with a tired smile, and he could tell by his body language that he was politely declining. Thankfully, Ashley did not seem too broken about it, especially since he had leaned down to let her give him a kiss on the cheek. They then hugged tightly, after which Ashley pointedly ignored the increasingly frustrated agents to also give him a hug. 

“He let you down easy?” Luis whispered as they hugged. 

She laughed. “He didn’t let me entirely down. He gave me his email and phone. See?” She showed Luis a shakily written number along with a very interesting email address: [email protected]

It certainly wasn’t Leon’s professional email. 

“Luis?” Ashley looked at him. “Please stay in touch. I know we already exchanged emails but…please write me. I’ll write you!”

He sighed and cocked his head. “You want to stay in touch with a horrible person like me?”

“Don’t say that.” She quietly said, choked up. “You’re really wonderful, and your knowledge can help others. It’s what you want to do, right?”

“Yes.” He shrugged. “Okay, I give up. I will write you.” He smiled, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She hugged him again, and then, she was climbing into the helicopter.

Luis slowly walked to Leon’s side, watching as the machine took off into the sky. He wondered how they would be shipped out, and more importantly- to where. He  took a deep breath, and rubbed his shoulder. The wound hurt like hell, and wherever they were headed, he hoped that there’d be some medical care.

“How’s the shoulder?” Leon softly asked. 

“Oh, now you ask, it’s-” Luis did a double take. He had turned to look at Leon, fully expecting to be met with a hardened, somewhat pouty stare he had grown so accustomed to seeing over the past hours. Instead, he was met with a man who had dropped his entire facade. 

Exhaustion was too weak of a word to describe what he was seeing. Leon was slouching, his arms were crossed, hands gripping his own biceps in a self-soothing way. The bags under his eyes had somehow increased ten-fold, and his lips were turned up into a weary half-smile, one that said ‘if I take another step I’ll keel over’.  It looked like he wanted to faint, but was fighting the urge to do so, instead sort of clumsily swaying, shifting his weight from one foot to another. 

Fuck. This man needed to be put on bed rest immediately.

“-it’s, it’s fine.” Luis finally finished his sentence, forgoing any intention of giving Leon shit.

“Some day, huh?” Leon quipped. Fuck, his voice was so shaky.

“Leon, my friend, you need to have yourself examined by a medical professional, now,” Luis insisted, walking up to him. He guided him to a nearby bench overlooking the sea, coaxing him to sit down. “I assume that these people out there in the back are arranging for your transport?” he asked.

“Yeah, they’ll get a helicopter to take me, and you, to the American embassy. I don’t know what will happen from there,” Leon muttered. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. 

“That’s not important- you need a doctor.” He put his hand on Leon’s back, and to his surprise, Leon didn’t shake it off. In fact, his body twitched and ever so slightly leaned in towards him, as if he wanted to be hugged. But instead, he stiffened, and he continued to silently hold his head in his hands.

This needed to be fucking sped up. 

He got up and jogged towards a small group of annoying looking people in formal suits. “Are you getting a doctor for Leon?”

The group stared at him blankly before a woman with glasses finally indulged him. “Condor One said he didn’t need a doctor. I protested of course, but-”

“Yeah, Leon is full of shit.” Luis began to rant.  “He’s injured, and physically and mentally exhausted, he’s on the verge of a breakdown, and I only crudely patched his wounds up- agh!” Luis leaned forward, hissing in pain. The wound on his shoulder began to throb. 

The nice woman put her hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“No my dear, I have been stabbed.”

She softly chuckled. “We’ll get you a doctor too, Condor One, er, I mean Leon, said you saved their lives. And possibly stopped the virus from moving onto the mainland.”

“That I did too.” Luis gave her his best charming smile, and it worked. The woman ever so slightly blushed and looked to the side, flustered. Yep, he still got it. “Heyyy, you’re the woman Leon was talking to.” By now the other agents had shifted over to the side, continuing their private conversation in hushed tones. 

u“Indeed,” she said. “Ingrid Hnnigan.”

“Luis Serra. Encantado.” He winked at her.

 “Pleasure to meet you, former Umbrella researcher Luis Serra Navarro.”

“Ahhhh….” Luis’ flirty smile fell away. “And just in how much trouble am I?” 

“Possibly none.” She pushed her glasses up. “You have way too much valuable information and experience for us to let it go to waste. And since you seem to be on our side…we could use your abilities.”

Oh, this was good. It meant that he still had plenty of leverage without having to reveal that he was still in possession of the amber. “Alright, but listen,” he slowly crossed his arms, careful not to aggravate his wound. “I have some demands.”

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Luis didn’t think his demands were outrageous. He’d cooperate fully and provide the American government with any information and expertise they needed. In fact, he’d gladly work to counter las plagas and any other strains of the virus. That thing was very much a plague, and it had ruined his and so many other people’s lives. 

In return, he demanded legal immunity, a decent salary, and for the American government to pay off his small apartment on the outskirts of Sevilla. 

Surprisingly, it was the apartment they balked at- for fuck’s sake it was a measly 50 000 euros left on that mortgage. After gently reminding them that he may be the last surviving plagas expert and the only person with any insider information about Los Illuminados, and that he helped save the president’s daughter, they agreed. 

So here he was, after a few-hour round of exhausting questioning, back in his apartment with all of his most important belongings. Fuck had he been smart to set something up before he decided to bail from Los Illuminados, otherwise he’d be homeless. 

At least he had received excellent medical care, and he actually felt good, despite catching only a couple hours of sleep before arriving. Americans had excellent painkillers. 

He was just about to take a shower when there was a knock on the door. “Are you already here to take me on a job, yankees?”  He called out. They better fucking not- the doctor examining him said he needed a few days rest at least. 

To his shock, he was met with Leon standing in his doorway. 

“Leon…” he trailed off, a wide smile on his face. 

Leon had also been given a full medical check-up, and the doctor’s professional opinion was for him to not only get more tests, but to also rest for a whole month. Leon’s response to that was to go for his debriefing, and then to let Hunnigan know that he was ready for his next assignment..

Luis had tried to strike up a conversation with Leon then, even offering him a room in his apartment if he didn’t want to make the trip back to the States immediately. He realized that what he was offering was stupid. No doubt the government could put Leon up in an excellent hotel, far better than his two-room. 

In reality, he had been hoping that Leon picked up on his subtle flirting, and that he had some interest in him, even in a platonic way. But what were the chances of that? So Luis gave him a hearty farewell before he left the embassy, hugging him, fully expecting to never see him again. In fact, he thought he had been delusional when he thought he felt Leon smooth his hands down his back.

Well, judging by the handsome blonde man standing in his doorway, he had been wrong.

“You said you could use some company in your apartment. And Hunnigan told me I’ll have an assignment here in Spain soon. So I figured I’d wait here…while keeping an eye on you.” There was a glint in his eye, one that betrayed an inkling of flirty interest.

Luis grinned, and stepped to the side. “Bienvenido.”

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Leon didn’t even drink the coffee Luis had taken time to prepare. 

Luis had warmly invited him in, and told him to make himself at home in the small room that functioned as his private study. It wasn’t much, but it had a pullout couch that functioned as a pretty comfortable bed. As Leon trudged to the room, Luis chattered on about how he’d need to find some new sheets, and how he hoped they weren’t too dusty, and how you had to wrestle with the handle a little bit for the bed to come out, and that Leon should ignore the stacks of books and papers lying about, and also that he’d make the coffee black but warm up some milk if Leon wanted to add some.

It took him a good ten minutes to realize Leon had not been responding at all. 

“Fuck, did he die in there?” Luis mumbled, rather hurriedly going inside, only to be met with Leon fast asleep on his stomach, one arm hanging over the couch, the other under his head.  He hadn’t even bothered to unfold the couch, or undress in any way; his white T-shirt was bunched up around his waist just above the leather belt looped through the waistband of his tight black jeans. Fuck, he didn’t even take off his boots, and his duffle bag had just been dropped into the corner of the room.

Luis’ thought about at least getting the shoes off, but decided against it; he had no doubt Leon possessed killer instincts, and the last thing he wanted was to be pile-drived into his own apartment floor because he touched a sleeping federal agent. 

So he waited, adamant on making Leon at least slightly more comfortable, but the moment never came. After four hours, he realized that Leon probably wasn’t going to wake up for another four, if not more. With a sigh, Luis took off his glasses and looked at Leon. He had changed his position, and was now curled up on his side, arms crossed in front of his very wide chest. 

He thought that the loud clacking of the computer keyboard would wake Leon up- he had brought a towel and bedding in preparation for that-  but it did not. He hadn’t planned to use the computer in the first place, but unfortunately, this was his study, and the machine was far too big to drag on a whim to his bedroom.

So he typed away, making notes, and writing his own detailed report of what had happened on the island, along with what he had done with the ‘sample’. It needed to be studied, and he planned to get himself hired at a private university that would let him use their labs at night under the pretext of personal research. At least, that was the plan for now. Who knew if Ada would come looking for him? He could always lie to her and tell her he never managed to get the amber from the island. 

He ran his hand through his hair. He’d figure it out eventually.

Perhaps putting Leon in his study wasn’t the best idea- he did need to work after all. But….if the man slept this hard, then maybe there was no need to. Regardless, Luis was now tired himself, and was definitely not going to do anything else for the next foreseeable hours.

“Goodnight, Prince Charming,” Luis said out loud as he got up. It’s not as if Leon could hear him. He powered down the computer and switched off the lamp, failing to notice Leon’s eyelids flutter open.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Leon was still asleep when Luis woke up at noon, but to his relief, Leon had wised up and not only folded out the couch, but also showered and undressed down to his T-shirt, as evidenced by the pants and boots dumped unceremoniously on the floor. He was now curled up beneath the thick duvet Luis had laid out, his blonde hair and nose the only thing visible. 

Cute.

By the time he made breakfast, Leon was already up. 

And oh what a sight it was. The blond prince was standing before him in nothing but a white T-shirt and boxers that left little to the imagination. His hair was delightfully tousled about, fluffy from the shower he had recently taken. 

And the best part was that Leon did not look like he was past the point of exhaustion anymore. Simply mildly tired. 

“Sorry to impose myself on you like this,” Leon said, sitting down at the tiny kitchen table with a thump. He gratefully accepted the mug of coffee Luis put in front of him. 

“I invited you, remember that.” He smiled. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” He scoffed, “I did.”

“And that is…surprising?” Luis asked. 

“It is. I haven’t slept well in a while.” 

Luis put the food down on the table. “That much I figured. it was obvious from the moment I saw you.”

“Yeah,” Leon said. “I don’t think I would have slept that well in a hotel room.”

“You wouldn’t? Why?”

The conversation flowed from there. Between mouthfuls, Leon told Luis how he was always somewhere on a mission, and could never fully relax, especially since oftentimes he was alone. To make things sadder, Luis found out he didn't even have a place of his own. 

But Leon just shrugged at it. "After training I was traveling so much that it just made no sense." He took a sip of his third mug of coffee. "I'll get a place when life settles down."

Luis looked at him and sighed. "You know with this life…"

"Yeah I know." Leon leaned back. "Either way, Luis, I have to thank you.”

“For what?”

Leon smiled and looked away, the blond strands of his hair covering his face. “Just…you’re a good guy. I don’t know or understand how you got with Umbrella, but-”

“I can tell you.” He raised his eyebrows at Leon. “If that will make you feel better.” Anything to get him to stay and trust him more.

“You don’t have to,” Leon said, slightly shaking his head. It wasn’t a dismissal of his experiences, but rather an understanding of how painful the past could be. “You know...” He tapped his fingers against the mug. “I was at the village elder’s house. There was an account of what happened to your grandfather.” Leon looked right at him. “I’m sorry.” 

Luis sucked in air. “Yeah…thank you.” The mention of it alone made his stomach turn. At least his revenge had been carried out, to some degree. In fact, just this morning he had offered a quiet prayer to the God he still did not believe in that Saddler and all of the Los Iluminados had been defeated forever. 

Still, he was grateful that Leon was understanding, and not wholly judgemental. So he began to speak- partially to gain Leon’s trust, and partially because he had never been able to freely talk to anyone about his past, and God knew he could use a friendly ear. 

As it turned out, Leon seemed like the perfect person to do so. Umbrella had effectively ruined both their lives, along with other lawless organizations. In his case, it was a cult. In Leon’s case, it was organized crime and then the American government. 

Before they both knew it, it was already late afternoon. 

“Luis, can I ask you something?” 

Luis laughed. “I think by now you can ask me pretty much anything, American.”

“Why do you call me prince charming?” 

There were so many ways he could play this. He could say it was a joke, that he associated Leon’s blond hair, blue eyes, pretty face and seemingly reckless valor with stereotypical Western fairy tales. He could also tell the truth, that he thought of him as an honest hero-type figure with an unshakable moral compass that was as attractive as his looks were. 

Luis had been silent too long, because Leon continued. “Do you think of me as charming?” He had propped his head on his hand, and swept his hair out of his face, his blue eyes clearly visible as he studied Luis with an amused smile.

Ay por Dios. He was flirting! 

“So you can fl-” Luis bit his tongue. He wasn’t about to tease Leon about his flirting skills, not now, not when he had some kind of in. “Maybe,” Luis said, cocking his eyebrow. “You interested?” Oh that was fucking weak. He could do better, but in his defense, this version of Leon was very different from the version he had initially met. Then again, it stands to reason that one acts differently when not in life-threatening situations. 

Leon hmphed and got up with a chuckle. “Maybe. But right now, I need to go lie down.”

“Alright then.” Luis bit his lip. “But could I ask you to go sleep in my bedroom?” 

Ah yes, he had hoped Leon would do a double take. He let the question hang before clarifying that he wanted to work in the study. “In fact, I don’t mind us switching rooms. I have to work on getting a new job, you see.” 

Leon smirked at him. “We’ll figure something out.” Leon got up, and gently patted him on the back. “Take care, knight.”

<><><><><><><>><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

The romantic tension bubbled over after three days. 

Luis was surprised it had even taken this long. He soon realized that Leon had a dry, sarcastic sense of humor that very accurately portrayed his state of mind. So when he would jokingly ask Luis to not peek at him while he undressed, or to not get too distracted when he did push-ups in the living room, Luis knew he meant the exact opposite. 

It wasn’t subtle, and it was driving Luis crazy. “I will throw you out,” he jokingly threatened at one point, and Leon had jumped up from doing his crunches and stared him down with a “Huh, I’d like to see you try, Dr Luis.”

Luis had to go sit in the kitchen to calm down after that. 

That very same day, Luis was sitting on the sill of the large, open living room window. A perk of living in a townhouse with high ceilings and excellent lighting. He was smoking, mindful to at least not do it around Leon. He knew this shit was cancer, but he needed something to take the edge off. Although in this case, it was Leon that was making him nervous.

He had wanted to make a move earlier, but figured it hadn’t been the right moment. So he sulked, smoking, wondering if this would amount to anything, or if they would just dance around each other for eternity. 

“Hey, Luis,” Leon walked into his view. He was wearing a tight black shirt, and his blonde hair was falling loosely in his eyes- overall, he looked incredibly handsome. His cheeks looked fuller, he was less pale, and his eyes were not so sunken anymore. Luis had made sure to feed him well, not only cooking but also putting out proper Spanish food to eat, including fresh bread that Leon almost too happily kept filling up on.  He couldn't imagine what this man’s diet looked like on a day to day basis. 

In return, Leon helped clean up, and Luis even caught him one morning washing the windows…shirtless. His logic had been that he didn’t have too many shirts with him and he didn’t want to get them dirty, but Luis wasn’t stupid- Leon was sporting a coy smile throughout that entire interaction. Helpful asshole.  

Luis shook his head, willing the horny thoughts away. “Yeah, what’s up?” 

“I got the kitchen clean, do you need me to do anything else?” 

Luis laughed. “No, I mean you didn’t need to do that at all in the first place. It’s a nice evening, enjoy it.” He nodded outside at the view- while the horizon was obscured by buildings, the warm pastel sky was visible. 

Leon crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side. “I do. It’s not like I pay rent.”

“You’ve been here all of three days,” Luis said, taking a drag from his cigarette. “And if you insist, there are other ways to pay.” His voice dropped low, and he gave Leon a sultry look. 

“Really?” Leon softly asked. “Like what?” He inched closer, not flinching at the cigarette smoke that hit him in the face. There was determination in his eyes.

Luis tried to nonchalantly shrug. “You could….run some errands for me,” he said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and slowly exhaling the smoke out the window. “Or you could do me a more personal favor.” He put the cigarette back between his lips and raised his eyebrows. 

Leon tsked. “Stop fucking around, Luis.” And then he leaned in, close, with a clear intent to initiate a kiss. The only thing stopping him was the cigarette in between Luis' lips.

A chill ran down Luis’ spine. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and tried to turn his head to exhale, but Leon’s hand was suddenly on his cheek, preventing him from doing so. 

So he exhaled, slowly, bathing Leon’s face in a cloud of smoke that dissipated around his features. Leon didn’t even flinch, instead slowly closing his eyes and opening them again, looking at Luis with a barely concealed intensity before finally kissing him. 

Luis threw his arm around Leon’s neck, shamelessly kissing back. He flicked the unfinished cigarette out the window, and sunk his hand into Leon's soft hair, reveling in how it felt in between his fingers. In return, Leon engulfed him with his arms, bringing him close to his chest.

They were not being slow, and they were not taking it easy, something they quickly paid for in pain; they were both far from healed yet. So they tried to be more careful, although the shallow kisses soon turned into deep ones, and the light touches turned into groping. Neither of them exchanged a word, but there was no need to- at this point, it was clear where things were heading. 

They stumbled into the bedroom, haphazardly undressing along the way. Luis found himself trying to kiss Leon every moment he could- the man's lips were somehow both soft and firm, and he could not wait to feel them across his body, if Leon were so kind to indulge. 

And indulge he did, placing kisses on Luis' neck, drawing out satisfied sighs, followed by moans when those very lips moved to his chest. They were now on the bed, in a state of near nudity; Leon was already in his underwear, while Luis still regrettably had his shirt and underwear on. He was desperately trying to wrestle it off as Leon left open mouthed kisses on his lower stomach. 

Leon's eagerness was enthralling, but Luis found it unfair- he wanted to do the same to him. Eventually he did, managing to encourage Leon to lie on his back while he licked and nipped at his wide, smooth chest, slowly making his way down to where Leon’s happy trail began. 

The first time was awkward, but pleasant. It had been a while for both of them, but they managed to sync with each other, enjoying their mutual, intimate company as the sun set in hues of pink, red, and purple. By their third time, it was already midnight.

Luis laid on his side, slightly panting from the exertion and the following orgasm it had brought. He was grateful for the night air coming from the open windows, cooling his overheated body. He imagined Leon was just as grateful; the beautiful man was lying on his back with his arm thrown over his face, panting furiously- during that last stretch he had done most of the legwork, and while his strength was enviable, Luis imagined it too had its limits. 

“We should probably go to sleep, huh prince?” Luis had been forced to abbreviate the nickname; ‘prince charming’ was a little long to call out while getting fucked. 

Leon’s lips turned up in a smile. “Yeah, probably.”

They settled into a comfortable silence, before Luis broke it by asking a question. “Leon, if you don’t mind me asking-” he propped himself up on his elbow, the bed slightly creaking under his weight. “-you’ve always been into men? Because myself…” he waved. “...a fairly recent development, well recent; I decided I was bisexual five years ago.”

Leon softly chuckled and turned towards him, the lone lamp they had turned on bathing his naked body in a warm light. Luis held his breath; this man was a picture of male beauty. He hoped he would never leave his bed. 

“I haven’t really thought about it. Didn’t really have the luxury to do so,” Leon replied.

“The luxury?” That was a confusing answer.

“You know,” Leon cleared his throat. “I had other things happening. And it seemed like trying to figure out my sexuality was on the bottom of the list and not a priority. Or having a relationship of any kind.”

Luis sighed. It was a sad thing to say, albeit not surprising. Leon was the kind of person who put others first and himself second- in apparently every regard. 

“Well I am glad you made your way into my bed. “Luis leaned in to kiss him, and the kiss was eagerly returned. “Let’s sleep then.”

“Yeah, night,” Leon said, getting up. “See you morning.”

“Uh, Leon? where the fuck are you going?” Luis said in a tone of mock anger. No doubt he was going to shower or something. 

“Well to my room.” He was now standing awkwardly at the food of the bed, a spare white sheet wrapped around his waist.

Oh Luis was now actually angry. ‘Why?! There’s plenty of room here-it’s not like this is a one-night stand you know!” At least, he didn’t want it to be. “You don’t have to bolt out as soon as we finish! Do you not like my company anymore?”

“No, no no.” Leon raised his hand in a reassuring manner and lightly shook his head. He sounded very sincere. “It’s just, I usually don’t stay.” He shrugged. “Even if it’s in the same apartment.”

Luis figured he’d get to the ‘why’ one day. Currently, he was too tired to ask, but like hell was he going to sleep without Leon next to him. So he sat up and reached for Leon’s sheet, pulling him back into bed. 

Leon stumbled forward, a beaming, toothy smile on his face as he lay back down. One of the biggest ones Luis had seen yet. 

“Here, turn around,” Luis said, coaxing Leon to lie on his side with his back to him. He then pressed himself against Leon, wrapping his arms around him from behind. “Let me just hug you like this for a little while, hm?” Luis nuzzled his face into the crook of Leon’s shoulder, sighing contentedly into the soft, still-slightly-damp skin. “Keep you from going away.” As to make a point, Luis squeezed Leon’s waist a little tighter. 

Leon made no effort to shake him off, instead placing his hand on Luis’ arm. “I will have to go though.”

“Hm?” Luis hummed into Leon’s shoulder.

“Hunnigan called. Nothing big, but I’ll have to go for a few days.” 

“Uh-huh. And you intended to sneak out in the morning, huh prince?”

It was silent for a while before Leon replied. “Not anymore.”

Luis was falling quickly asleep, but that didn’t stop him from placing a lazy, wet kiss to the back of Leon’s neck. “Come back as soon as you’re done. I’ve been lonely for too long. As have you.”

Leon didn’t say anything- sleep was already taking him. However, in the cozy darkness of the small bedroom, he took Luis’ hand in his, and squeezed it tightly before giving into slumber with a soft smile on his lips. 

#resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 remake fic #re4 #re4 fic #resident evil fanfiction #re fic #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #luis sera #luis serra #leon x luis #serennedy #elafic #resident evil

[causeimhappinesss]

Body heat - Chris Redfield x reader

Request: Can you do a hate sex with Chris redfield x reader?

Warnings: smut + wrap your biscuit, please

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eleven fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

***

Love was something particular. It could send jolts of happiness or break you in every way possible.

When Chris was younger, he was a heartbreaker, he would just have sexfriends and not give a shit. He thought he wasn't made to be in a relationship and many women hated him for that. Even with Jill, and all the sexual tension around them, he never made a move, because of the fear of breaking their friendship. Yet, he did try to be in a relationship with someone, but each time, it was a failure for the simple reason that these women didn't have the same pace of life as him. They blamed him for never being around, for being too tired to do a lot of things. They didn't understand him. He was just a sort of coin purse in their eyes.

The years passed and the hookups followed. Romantic, isn't it?

The missions, too. 

During his career, he had seen enemies and colleagues.

Y/N was... special. She was the partner he avoided the most, because she annoyed him so much. She annoyed him because she was often right. She didn't see things in black and white, she saw in grey. She was able to mitigate all situations. Even the enemies, she always found a reason for their actions. Even Wesker! What had she said last time? "Oh, you know Chris, he was raised by Umbrella. How can this man have been an angel? Who's to say we wouldn't have been the same, in his place?". 

She was confident and talented, into the bargain. He loved seeing the way her hips rolled, just like her butt, and watching the way a bead of sweat could roll down her delicate epidermis, between her breasts, after a long workout or stopping a bioweapons salesman. In short, she was hot and sexy. Yet he hated her for the little cutting remarks qhe she sent his way.

"Come on, Chris! I understand you're close to retirement, but you could go faster!" or "Stop looking at me like you're gonna pounce on me... Well, pounce, but not in that way at least."

She was doing everything to drive him crazy.

Now they were on a new mission, in the middle of winter, in Estonia. It had been a long time since Chris had been confronted with such a bitter cold. The snow never stopped falling and while it provided them with breathtaking scenery, the cold was biting his skin. Around them, blood soaked the beautiful white coat that covered the greenery and the asphalt. This little village was, shall we say... wild. Like the mission in Leon, Spain, in 2004. As much as to say, the villagers hadn’t been very welcoming. Not to help, you had no choice but to cross a frozen lake, on foot, taking huge risks. A few meters before you reached dry land, the ice gave way under your feet and you sank into the icy water. You had felt as if thousands of blade blades were sinking into your bodies, so painful was it.

"I told you we had to go around!" shouted Chris, annoyed.

You were walking along, shivering, just out of the lake. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, despite your uncontrollable teeth chattering.

"And we would have lost a good two hours! Stop yelling!"

"We could literally freeze to death! You don't realize!"

This time you were wrong, but there was no way you were going to admit it to inflate Chris Fucking Redfield's ego.

"Shut up, Redfield, or I'm gonna put one of your cigarettes in your ass, lightened up, so you won’t have to complain anymore about the cold!"

He huffed loudly like a teenager, while you just ignored him. 

Soon, you met an old man, a survivor of this massacre, who had not been contaminated by the virus, since he lived far away, between the village and the laboratories you had to inspect, in the hope of finding those responsible for this plague. That good man had left you his little wooden hut and lit the fireplace in his small living room to keep you warm, with animal fur coats, much warmer than your clothes. You were ahead of your mission and had time to spend a few hours in the warmth, the time for your clothes to dry as well as you, otherwise death would come and take you.

When you returned to the living room, wrapped in furs, you saw that Chris had done the same thing. You found yourself naked underneath and despite the warmth of the room, you were still shivering from the cold. With an expert glance, you noticed that your partner was shivering as much as you were. You sat down next to him on the sofa and observed his features, as well as the part of his torso that was revealed to you. You had seen him shirtless countless times, but you couldn't believe that a man of his age could still be so handsome and attractive. Too bad he was just a stubborn man who refused to trust you and listen to you.

But as the evening began, you had to put aside the acrimony between you two. You were both frozen and you knew of only one more solution, at this point... Delicately, you moved closer to him, until you glued to him.

"What are you doing?" he sighed, before turning his head towards you.

You plunged your gaze into his and offered him your most innocent look, while one of your hands caressed his biceps.

"I'm cold, so I'm trying to warm up."

"Mmmmh..."

Delicately, you let the furs slide over your shoulders to expose them and create a plunging neckline on your chest, while you revealed enough of your thighs. Of course, his eyes followed your movements and you noticed his breathing quicken.

"Y/N..."

"Chris..." you teased him, mimicking him.

"What game are you playing, exactly?"

"The one where we warm each other up."

He parted his lips, somewhat surprised and shook his head, when he understood what you were getting at.

"Nope."

"I'm not asking you to make love to me. I just want us to be able to stick together to increase our body heat."

"Fine." he grumbled. 

Without a warning, you climbed astride his upper thighs, at the edge of his crotch and removed the furs that were a barrier to your skins. A mischievous smile appeared on your face when you noticed that he was half hard. With the help of the blankets, you locked yourself inside them with him, and you placed your bare chest against his chest. Gently, you slid your hand down his chest. Suddenly, a heat spread in your lower belly. The man came to stroke the bottom of your back, at the limit of your buttocks.

"I think your thick and long friend down there like me, unlike you..." you whispered in his ear.

As an answer, he groaned, while you shifted a little, now your womanhood close to his friend.

"What if I do... this."

You started to roll your hips, your pussy grazing his hardening cock. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes, probably wrestling against himself to prevent his dick from getting hard... But it was too late. 

Suddenly, his thick calloused hands grabbed your hips and he pushed you against his cock.

"You wanna play, Y/N? Let's play!"

His hands forced you against him, making you shudder as sighs of desire escaped your lips. You could feel yourself getting wet and now, he was completely hard. Without mercy, he placed kisses on your neck and chest, before nibbling your skin, especially your hardened nipples. Yet you kept moving on his cock. One of his hands titillated your swollen clit with an expert touch that made you roll your eyes in pleasure as your hips continued to undulate on their own. The bastard was even more talented than you'd imagined...

"Fuck... Chris..."

"Shut up, L/N."

You bit your lower lip, as he was relentless on your clit, bringing you close to an orgasm... Until he stopped, removing his fingers.

"What the...?"

"We're playing according to my rules now. You don't get to orgasm." he groaned before he made you lay on the couch. 

"Jerk me." he ordered with a stern voice.

You looked at his thick veiny cock, red at the tip, begging you to be touched. When you took him in your hands, starting to stroke it, it twiched and Redfield sighed. You started to jerk him, looking at him in the eyes, as a provocation, with a mischievous smile.

"I hate you, but you're so fucking hot and perf..." he stopped himself and groaned.

"I can't wait for you to fuck me, Redfield."

You played with his cock, straightening in order to give him a blowjob, but he made you lay again. Before you could understand what was happening, he got your legs bending on your belly and pushed his hard cock inside you. You moaned at the same time. It felt so good, amazing. 

He began to pound you with his back, faster and faster, making you moan with pleasure, so much so that you forgot the existence of the old man, who had gone to look for some wood, close to the house. You slid a hand over his stomach and watched the way his muscles rolled over his skin. He was incredibly sexy, you couldn't deny it. The way he was fucking you, he was bringing out his resentment and that made the sex better! He was almost brutal.

"You're so big..."

"And you're so fucking tight... Feels amazing... You don't deserve this amazing pussy."

His eyes closed tight, his hair wet and beads of sweat mixed with the water from the lake, he looked like a demi-god. His long, thick cock kept thrusting inside you. The pleasure was more and more powerful, intense. You moaned his name as if your life depended on it. He was touching the best point in you, bringing you closer to your orgasm again. The brutality of his movements indicated that he was also getting closer to his climax. The sound of skin slapping together echoed through the living room. About to cum, he pulled out and sent you a victorious smile.

"Oh Redfield, don't play something like that with me..."

You smirked and grabbed him by the hips, forcing him to impale you again with a grunt. To prevent him from breaking free of your grip, you dug your nails into his back.

"Don't stop... Make me cum, finally show me you're a man!"

Considering the insult to his masculinity, he picked up the pace and this time, the orgasm overwhelmed you. Your whole body shuddered. Your screams of pleasure echoed through the house. Your tight vagina tightened around his cock, drawing ragged moans from him. His cock twitched as he squeezed your thighs harder. Finally, he poured into you in five hot streams of cum, spurting against your walls. 

"Fuck... fuck.... fuck..." he groaned.

He stayed inside you for a moment, gazing into yours as you smiled.

"I can confirm, you may be a man... But you'll still have to prove it to me, so I can be sure..." 

Slowly, he pulled out and watched his seed dripping out of your vagina, the sight was so erotic that he was ready to torment your vagina once again.

"So fucking hot... And we still have time for another round."

Hate sex was always the best. And if love was something particular, sexual attraction towards the person that annoys you is something indefinable.

***

Hey, readers! I hope you liked it! Also, I created a ko-fi account with small commissions at $1, $2 and $8 to support me and my work or tip me here since I'm broke😊💜

My Ko-fi: carolinemertz

My AO3: BetrayedWriter

My Instagram: carolinemertz_

#chris redfield x reader #chris redfield imagine #chris redfield #chris redfield x you #ethan winters #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil 8 village #Resident evil fanfic #RE fic #re8 village #chris redfield headcanons #resident evil headcanons

[it-is-tea-time]

People of tumblr, I need your help with finding a certain fic

AND I ACCEPT NO CRITICISM 😂😂

There was this Leon Kennedy fic that I read not to long ago where if I remember correctly (I have bad memory) he was your college professor and you had a crush on him and had a whole plan on how to “seduce him”

Can anyone help me find it!?

Thank you @this-gave-pidgeon-further-shock and @sayreelrose for helping me find it!!

#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fic #re fic #resident evil #resident evil fic #resident evil x reader #please help me find this

[eggo-tistical]

Chapter: 1/1 (FLUFF!)

Some begrudging time spent in the shooting range lends Luis the opportunity to teach Leon a couple things, and distracts Leon’s mind long enough for it to wander off track (towards places it shouldn’t).

Aka, he makes a few touchy memories, has a few feely revelations, and nearly sustains a few heart attacks. Ish.

#biohazard #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #luis serra #serennedy #fanfic #fic #writing #mlm #re fic #resident evil fanfiction #serrenedy #luis serra x leon kennedy #leon kennedy x luis serra #leon s kennedy fanfiction #leon kennedy fanfic #luis sera #luis serra fanfic #re4r luis #luis resident evil #luis re4 #theyre so silly #love them

[sexyleon]

Resident Evil Rock Band AU - Leon S. Kennedy

Rock Band AU (Pt. 1)

Leon is the beloved guitarist of the group. Growing up in the Midwestern town of Raccoon City, he learned to play the acoustic guitar early. Self-taught in Bluegrass and Spanish style picking, he eventually picked up an electric guitar with the punk rock/grunge movements of the late ‘80s early ‘90s. 

Before the Raccoon City Incident, Leon was a firefighter by trade, often working with the RPD on search and rescues and other missions. That’s where he first met Chris and Jill. It didn’t take long for them to realise they all frequented the same serviceman bar and performed in the same open mic nights. They became fast friends early on, with Leon eventually meeting Claire via Chris.

The night before the outbreak was the first time Leon, Chris, Jill, and Claire performed together, playing a cover of Paranoid by Black Sabbath. After the show, Leon was called back to the fire department to help with an influx of calls about strange attacks.

Leon doesn’t talk about Raccoon City. Of all the members, he is the least vocal about what happened and has been known to leave interviews that push for info about his experience. 

The only testament of his life in RC is the scar of a bullet wound on his left shoulder. Fans can see it prominently displayed whenever he plays shirtless, which is often. 

Leon’s stage persona is very powerful, playful, and seductive. He likes to tease his audience and put on a good show.

He’s basically Miyavi.

The band sells merch that says ‘The S Stands for Slut’ and ‘Leon Slut Kennedy’

He interacts with all his bandmates on stage, usually in a provocative or loving manner. Notably, Claire has poured an entire bottle of beer down his throat as he played on his knees at her feet, Chris has invited him to sit on his lap during a drum solo, and he peppers Jill’s face with kisses whenever they play next to each other.

No one actually knows if he’s dating anyone in the band.

It doesn't help that at their last show, Leon performed in nothing but skin-tight leather pants, combat boots, and a collar, his chest bare for the whole world to see and covered in lipstick marks from neck to naval... lipstick that matched what each of his bandmates was wearing.

Yes, he wears lots of rings and paints his nails black.

#resident evil #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil fic #re fic #re fanfiction #re rockband au #resi #plz no sexyleon

[titan-wolfdog]

Rating: Teen and Up

Word count: 8.5k and counting

Fandom: Resident Evil

Ship: Cleon / Leokre

Summary: When things don't exactly go to plan, Leon and Claire come up with a last resort idea to keep Sherry safe: Get married, and adopt her.

However, to share a life is no easy feat. To care for your impromptu family, even less so. But now there's no choice but to stick to their guns and make sure nothing, not the dangers of Umbrella's legacy or those of daily life, stands in their way to ensure their child's safety.

New chapter of the marriage AU is up!  ✨ ✨ ✨

#Cleon #Leokre #Claire Redfield #Leon Kennedy #Leon S. Kennedy #Resident Evil #RE Fic #my writing #fanfic

[sp0o0kylights]

Steve Harrington was wearing a Hellfire t-shirt.

It was far too tight on him, the name of the club stretched wide over his chest. The sleeves dug into his biceps, making them pop even more than they usually did, and that was before he crossed his arms. 

Worse?

It was short.

Which meant the damn shirt was constantly riding up to give everyone a nice show of the smattering of hair that trailed down past the band of Harrington's jeans. 

The same hair that Eddie was determinedly not looking at. 

“Henderson, a moment?” He crooked a finger, a smile on his face that was more feral than welcoming. 

Rather than cower or even acknowledge that Eddie was two seconds away from murder, Dustin just gave him a gummy grin, all too pleased with himself and his scheme. 

“Sure Eddie. Steve, don't just stand there, go help set the booth up!” Dustin gestured to Hellfire’s sad little table, crammed all the way in the back of the gym. 

Jeff and Gareth both reacted to the suggestion like a rabid squirrel had been set upon them, nervously inching towards the other side of the booth as Harrington sighed and--shockingly--did as he was told.

‘What,’ Eddie thought angrily, ‘in the everloving fuck.’

“Do you guys mind if I set this down on the table?” Eddie heard Harrington ask as he stormed away, Dustin on his heel. 

They wandered just around the corner, out of sight and hopefully, out of the fallen king’s hearing range.

Eddie wasn't sure if Harrington would try and white knight the very much deserved dressing down he was about to give. 

Didn’t want to chance it, considering the downright weird relationship he had with Hellfire's freshmen.

(While he’d heard many a tale at his table regarding King Steve since the newest recruits had joined Hellfire, most of them dissolved into arguments without ever really going anywhere.

 Best anyone could figure out was that Dustin and Lucas had a bad case of hero worship, while Mike owned a begrudging amount of respect that hailed from a series of misadventures. 

The very same misadventures that, despite all protests to the contrary, was clearly some sort of babysitting gig for Harrington.) 

Either way, plenty of the King’s court would have loved to take this opportunity to fuck with Hellfire.

Given that Henderson was absolutely too old to require a babysitter at fourteen, Eddie would bet his lunch money that was what Steve was here to do.

Something the club couldn’t afford since they were forever and always two seconds away from being stripped of club status and banned from school grounds. 

“I would love to know what went through that all A’s brain of yours when I said,” Eddie whirled on Dustin when they were firmly in the clear, voice low and furious.  “no Henderson, do not invite King Steve to help, he is an invading force and would ruin our peaceful kingdom!?”

He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning into Dustin’s face. “Because clearly whatever you heard wasn’t that.” 

To Eddie’s continued frustration and confusion, Dustin did not treat this like the threat it was. 

None of the freshmen had ever truly treated Eddie like a threat--had somehow skipped that part of the usual onboarding ritual entirely.

Eddie, town freak and drug dealer, who had cultivated his looks and craziness to such a degree that most everyone steered clear, wasn’t used to it. 

Everyone had been afraid of him at some point in this shitty school. Jeff, Gareth, hell even half the staff--and that the dorky trio of fourteen year old's clearly thought this all was play-acting made his eye twitch.

Even if it was--maybe, sometimes--welcome. 

“I know what you said, but I’m telling you I’m right.” Dustin argued immediately, and oh God, he was using that tone again. 

A hand went up into the space between them and Eddie groaned aloud, knowing what was coming.

“First,” Dustin ticked a finger up, “Hellfire really needs the money. Even thirty dollars would get us new figures, but more than that, if we don’t fundraise, we can’t go to Gen Con!” 

Dustin's eyes bored into Eddie’s, full of fire and conviction

“Yes,” Eddie said through gritted teeth, “but--”

“Second!” Dustin cut him off, and God the little shit even threw him a look while he did it, like Eddie was the one being ridiculous here!

“We had to fight just to get our table! Principal Higgins was in algebra today practically begging the mathletes to show up, but then tried to tell us we couldn't be here? That’s messed up!” 

As if denying them a spot to fundraise was the worst thing that asshole had ever done.

Eddie sighed, breath blasting out of his mouth like a dragon’s. 

“Because people think we’re freaks and satanists, Henderson. You don’t typically invite freaks and satanists to the school’s annual Holiday Bazaar. Especially not when all the local moms are paying to hawk their bullshit crafts and tupperware!” 

It was more than that of course. The Hawkins High Holiday Bazaar was a tradition spanning several years now. Starting in the gym and spilling clear into the parking lot, everyone from local artists to even some local shops came to host a small table for the day, thus growing the event from a small school fundraiser to a Hawkins' “must-do.” 

Half the fucking town was here to sell, and the other half was here to shop, which meant Principle Higgins had wanted Hellfire banned from the fucking premise. 

Eddie had been forced to pull out one of his trump cards he’d been saving--blackmail on Higgins that related to the man’s not--so--legal addiction to Percocet that he relied on Reefer Rick for. 

(And bless Rick, that hadn’t been the only tidbit he’d shared with Eddie about Higgins. That information, however, Eddie needed just so the asshat wouldn’t give him the boot from school entirely.) 

The only reason Eddie had pulled it out to secure their rightful spot, was because of Gen Con. 

It was Hellfire's White Whale, their grand adventure, and this was going to be his year to take his friends on one last epic quest to make memories of a lifetime surrounded by people who understood them.

Come hell or high water, Eddie was going to Gen Con--but being able to fundraise by selling wares and baked goods at the stupid Holiday Bazaar would go a long way to help.

Even if he had to listen to the band repeatedly play ear-bleeding renditions of Christmas songs.

“All the clubs get to have a table, and we’re a club!” Dustin continued, like it was that simple. “But you know, I get it. We look scary.” 

He gestured down to his own Hellfire shirt, before gesturing towards Eddie’s entire outfit.

Like Eddie didn't know what he looked like, let alone that he'd made this outfit specifically to scare people away from him.

(And maybe add some rockstar flair to this dinky little hick town.)

“You know who doesn’t look scary?”

Dustin held out his hands and swiveled his body like he was presenting a prize instead of gesturing in the vague direction of; 

“Steve!”

Eddie’s left eye twitched.

‘You can't kill him, you need his character for the campaign.’ He told himself firmly, even if he envisioned strangling Dustin like a chicken.

Cartoon squawking and all. 

“The King isn’t going to help us fundraise, Dustin.” Eddie said, in an effort to break down why Harrington couldn't be here. “He's just going to cause us problems that we can’t afford to have.” 

So many problems, half of which Eddie couldn't think of because if he did, he'd start spiraling.

“Really? Because as you keep saying, Steve used to be the King. People love him, Eddie! Mom’s love him.”

Eddie had pulled himself black up to his proper height a while ago, and now rocked back on his heels while he ran a hand down his face.

There was no getting through to Henderson when he was like this. 

Not unless Eddie really lost it, and it was practically club lore that he only lost it when someone missed an important game. 

One cannot keep a herd of sheep if their flock is terrified of them, after all. 

(“Perhaps you’re just a giant fucking softie.” Tiff, one of Hellfire’s graduating members, told him once. “Honestly dude, I bet you throw up stuffing.”

“Shut up Tiffany, your choker is on backwards again.” He'd spat back, completely offended and not at all trying to distract from how true that was.) 

“We can’t be satanic if Steve’s the one selling cookies!” Dustin finished doggedly. 

“We’re not even selling cookies--that’s not the point!”” Eddie shook his head, hair flying. He was not going to be sidetracked, he wasn’t!

 “Harrington is going to end up siding with all the moms about how we’re all wasting time with D&D, if he even spends the whole time at the table. Is that what you want?” 

He stuck out a ringed finger, poking at Dustin’s chest.

“Every single person who comes by our table has to be convinced D&D is a writing and math based game. Good for the mind and souls of growing, impressionable children. A game that got a bad rep because of  a few silly images.” 

A pitch he and Tiff had come up with during the third or fourth time they had to convince an adult that no, just because their shirts had a dragon on it, didn’t mean they were summoning demons in the drama room. 

“Harrington can’t do that because Harrington doesn’t even know how to play!” 

This Eddie punctuated by throwing his hands in the air. 

Given the startled look of the mother-daughter duo passing him by, clearly was louder than he’d intended--but screw it!

He was right!

Hellfire was in a precarious position to both fundraise and do a little damage control among the slightly smarter members of this shithole small town, and Harrington rolling his eyes and gossiping about how stupid it was would hinder that.

“Okay, first of all, Steve’s played D&D with me and he didn’t even kill his character.” Dustin said it like he was unveiling a smoking gun and not lying through his ass--which Eddie would absolutely be calling him on the second he was done talking. 

Because King Steve? Play D&D?

'Ha!'

“And he’s not gonna say shit because we--me, and Lucas and even Mike!--asked him to help, and he helps when its serious. I know you have some weird grudge with him, but I’m telling you Eddie he’s our golden ticket to Gen Con!” 

“You’re killing me. You are standing here, acting as a friend, when you are bringing a-- a dark force into the midst our of mission--” Eddie hissed, because he was losing the fucking fight and he knew it.

Dustin Henderson was not a man easily swayed. 

Had never been, even when the odds were stacked against him (and Grant and Gareth were howling in his ear.) 

The set of his shoulders and the glint of the little shithead’s eye meant Eddie wouldn’t be able to use him to oust Harrington--if he even could get him out without the dick causing a massive scene anyway. 

As always when outgunned, Eddie flipped to dramatics.

“Betrayed! By my own chosen heir no less!” He moaned, pressing the back of his hand over his eyes as Dustin scoffed.

"Don’t be so dramatic! Steve will help, I promise! Just don’t be a dick to him.” 

 Conversation apparently over, Dustin turned around to head back to the table

Snidely, he added over his shoulder: “Plus we’ve all caught on to the heir thing Eddie. You tell everyone that so they do what you want.” 

The dick.

“You’re too fucking smart for your own good. I’m gonna start feeding you paint chips to bring that IQ down.” Eddie muttered angrily as Dustin went back to their little table.

He gave himself a moment to get his shit together and stomp a foot like a child when Dustin was around the corner and thus couldn’t witness it, before following his wayward sheep back.

Could only pray to any deity listening that Henderson’s meddling didn’t blow up in Hellfire’s face.

#Door Prize #Alt S4 #pre steddie #when is it not lmao #Holiday fic #well this is more of a warm up but it has another part #Ive just given up the WIPS are running my life #this is brought to you by a local high schools massive holiday bazaar I went too that had cute band kids running around #could not play music though bless them #I did FINALLY get re employed so things are slowing down but Im hoping to post one more chapter of SOMETHING before the end of dec #and probably the other half of this warm up shes short #steven harrington #eddie munson #baking #special appearance by Adopt a Jocks Tiff #Robin pops up in this in the other half #Dustin Henderson #and his scheming #Steve can bake #0o0 fanfics #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #steddie

[nibbelraz]

I completely forgot about the second "Daddy Airplane" incident

#svsss #shang qinghua #implied Moshang #sqh #scum villian self saving system #scum villains self saving system #scum villain's self saving system #scum villain #I was re reading and realized he SAID IT TWICE #WHERE ARE ALL THE DADDY AIRPLANE FICS IM BEING DEPRIVED OF WHEN HE SAID THIS TWICE IN THE EXTRASSSS #pLEASEEE I NEED #god i absolutely love SQH no one else is doing it like him #Mobei jun was literally crawling and ripping open the entire kingdom to find him even after he did this #theyre so perfect for each other wow #my art #nibbelraz

[grnherbs]

eigteen plus, mdni

hybrid!leon in a particularly brutal heat, who can't stop his hips from rocking into you time and time again, no matter how hard he tries to escape your scent he can't get enough of it and he buries his nose deeper still into your collar.

he thrusts sloppily over and over, willing himself to somehow get deeper each time and whining when he finds he couldn't physically get closer if he tried. his veined hands gripping the pillow behind your head, whining and fucking up into you, tip reaching the very head of your cervix.

"mph. fuck baby, you feel so fucking tight, this pussy is fucking gripping my cock so good, gonna fill you up till you're dripping with my cum," he leans by your ear and with a sharp thrust he says "and then I'm gonna fuck it back into you."

the feeling of his rough shirt pressed against your sensitive nipples, chaffing them in the best way possible, you were whimpering now, shaking from your third orgasm of the evening. Leon becoming more and more relentless as time grew on. his cock still painfully hard for him.

"you smell so good baby, i don't, you gotta be fucking ovulating, your hormones are fucking insane, can smell you half way down the street sweet girl" his head was warm, a ball of sweat washing down his cheek as he reached his high for the second time.

he shakes through his orgasm, overstimulated but somehow it wasn't enough, as he began to rutt again and again against you "I'm sorry baby,, i can't, i just can't stop, it hurts so bad to not be in you, I'm sorry sweet girl, I'm sorry I'm not myself" he shakes again and again and you stroke your hand against his warm, tear stained cheeks as he chokes out a moan when your legs lock around him. "it's okay lee, just, just use me"

and he sobs at this, relief, hips faltering into you and you swear you can feel his cum slipping out, too full to hold anymore, his wet lips capturing your nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling around the tip. when pulling away he ushers "need to fuc- need to fuck you full of my babies, please, wanna see that stomach so fucking big and swollen, need you to be a pretty momma for me"

#herbs thoughts #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy imagine #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #dark fic leon kennedy #leon kennedy resident evil #leon kennedy smut drabble #leon kennedy x you #puppy leon kennedy #puppy boy leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil imagines #resident evil smut #re smut

[wisecrackingeric-2]

‘Lulu’

Summary: One morning, when Luis is being especially difficult to get out of bed for work, Leon decides to take it upon himself to give his boyfriend an embarrassing nickname. Hijinks ensue as more and more people start calling Luis ‘Lulu’. Three-In-One style fic

I wrote this fic as apart of a trade between myself and @alitan99 based off of a moment from André Peña’s (Luis Serra’s voice actor) Twitch stream on the 16th July, 2023!!! Alita wrote and preformed a song, and I wrote a fic!!! I took a lot of inspiration from their song in particular, so please please PLEASE go check it out!! It’s SO GOOD!!!! https://m.soundcloud.com/alitanightsbane/lulu-serra-original?ref=clipboard&p=i&c=1&si=C86CE333D8EF4106B7232ADDD32C114F&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Trigger warnings: Canon-typical mentions of blood and guns, brief description of a deer being injured in the final story

A/N: The first ‘Story’ was written when I had MAJOR writers block, so it came out as being very clunky and not up to my usual standards. I was planning on scrapping and rewriting it, but I didn’t want to waste anymore time!! So please ignore how poorly written the first part of this Fic is, I promise it gets better the final two stories!!!

Also, this isn’t proofread, and I don’t actually know a lick of Spanish, so please feel free to correct me if anything is out of place!!!

——————————————————————————————

“Luis?”

Luis didn’t wake up.

He had a special knack for that; pretending to be asleep when he was needed. He called it a talent, Leon called him a nuisance.

“Luuuiiiss?”

Luis felt Leon’s hand press against his side through the double-layered duvet covers, nudging him as gently as possible for any sign of life.

Unbeknownst to his partner, though, Luis was grinning wolfishly against his pillow- burying his nose further into the cold fabric and unconsciously curling up into himself, bringing the blankets along with him.

Leon gave a defeated huff at the sight of his unmoving partner, only just being able to spot the top of his messy hair poking out between the blankets and the mountain of pillows.

As much as he knew it was impractical and only further aided in his procrastination, Luis couldn’t force himself to unfurl from the cocoon he’d crafted, no matter how hard he tried. Besides, how was Leon supposed to expect him to get up at 5-goddamn-30-AM in the morning? Especially when his pillow was just oh-so soft enough for his head to practically sink straight down into, and the duvet covers that engulfed Luis in a small, triangular cavern reminded him of being a little kid in a blanket fortress again. Dark, quiet, and protective.

(Besides, it was cold. And the sheets were just so warm. Probably from Leon sleeping in them overnight.)

All jokes aside, however; Luis genuinely wished he was able to show his gratitude towards Leon for giving him a second chance in a more meaningful way than just wasting his so-called ‘precious time’ playing around like this in the mornings- not that Leon ever minded these small moments of domesticality, though.

It was one thing to save Luis from a knife to the back- literally- but it was an entirely other thing for Leon to have graciously opened his home, his love, and his affection towards the man he’d met on a whim in nowhere-Spain. And Luis had no idea how to repay Leon in a way that felt equal to his gratitude.

Even just being able to wake up in a warm, comfortable bed, safe next to a person he loved like he was a kid again; it was a luxury Luis hadn’t experienced in a long, long time. Not since his Grandfather passed away. So he treasured these moments as best as he could, and let Leon know as much, too. The blonde reassured him countless-a times that he expected nothing in return, though; he just appreciates Luis’ love.

And Luis appreciated his love in return, too.

Leon repeated another loud, dramatic sigh as he shifted his weight off of the bed. Luis couldn’t help but let out a quiet and involuntary giggle at the sound of his characteristically melodramatic boyfriend.

It must not have been quiet enough, though, because he could practically hear the smirk in Leon’s voice as he began to speak;

“I can hear you, y’know. I know you’re not asleep”

Ah, caught red-handed. And here Luis thought he was a professional.

The sound of soft footsteps muffled by his own pillow were followed by the metallic screech of their clothing rack, and Luis swore he could hear Leon hum a little tune from above his duvet-cocoon as the blonde undoubtedly started to pick out his work clothes for the day.

Leon had work- sporadic hours, and been more sporadic dates- that early Sunday morning. And although Luis wasn’t obliged to go to the Lab on weekends.. He’d prefer to make a good impression on the U.S government. Especially after they had so graciously (Said internally with plenty of sarcasm) lent him his freedom in exchange for his knowledge in their laboratories.

Luis had no choice but to agree, even though he hated it. It felt like he was just being put into yet another inescapable work environment with an unending quest for knowledge and power. One he was all-too familiar with at this point.

Regardless, though, Luis- ever the linewalker- still tested his luck by making one request; He’d be allowed to follow Leon around on his missions in exchange for his expertise.

Leon had called him crazy, but Luis just pointed out that he was still rolling with him regardless.

Leon would playfully call him helpless, and Luis would point out he had his own Príncipe to save him if the situation ever called.

A comforting, reassuring, regular back-and-fourth.

“I’m gonna leave for work, soon, love, soooooo….”

“Mmmmno,”

Luis finally spoke up, but wasn’t totally ready to expose his fully-awakeness just yet.

“No te vayas… Mí amor…”

His feigned sleepy-voice must have worked, because from above him, Luis heard Leon huff a sympathetic laugh from his nose.

“Luis, doll, I’ve gotta go into work.. n’ so do you, I think”

No matter how put-together Leon made himself out to be, Luis could still occasionally catch those moment of vulnerability and tiredness in his voice. He’d hear it after especially rough missions, or just after a long day at work. And now he heard it here, too. Truthfully, neither of them wanted Leon to go into the office.

So Luis just shook his head in response, letting out a series of displeased noises instead of words. And judging by the sound of the floorboards creaking slightly, he could guess Leon had crouched down beside the bed. And his suspicions were confirmed the moment a familiar hand tangled his way into his long, messy hair.

Luis hadn’t gotten a haircut in… god, how long was it now? His hair easily reached almost to his shoulders (In his own defense, though, having a hole in your lung and not being able to walk for two months didn’t exactly leave much time for a routine haircut). Usually, Luis prided himself on his appearance; it was one of the few things in his life he had control over, and gave him self-confidence in. He was a good-looking guy and he knew it. But around Leon, he could let his guard down. He still liked dressing up pretty for him, sure- but he wasn’t as uncomfortable with letting the blonde see him purposefully messy and sleepy. Luis trusted Leon, and he could tell Leon appreciated it.

“Loooooeeeessss…”

Luis’ grin widened as he heard the purposeful mispronunciation of his name from under the blankets. He squeezed his T-Rex positioned hands closer to his chest, trying his hardest not to laugh and give into the feeling of Leon gently playing with his hair.

“Lewis?”

Still no response.

“Looooow-eez..?”

Again, just teasing silence.

When Luis was met with stillness, he assumed he had one the war of attrition- outsmarting his partner and earning himself just a couple more minutes of warm, blissful rest. Maybe he could even convince the Lab that he was sick and needed a day off, who knows. But regardless, Luis smiled victoriously against his pillow; shuffling down further into his sheets just to rub his own win in.

At least, he thought he had won.

“Alright, then,” Leon let out the words in a faux, breathy sigh. The sound of his work jacket being slipped over his shoulders followed.

“I guess I’ll just have to go to work…-“

Luis was about to mentally reward himself, until…

“-Without you, Lulu.”

Lulu??

“Lulu?!” Luis made a weird noise that sat in-between a snort of laughter and genuine shocked surprise. Without even realizing he’d just given up his only chance at sleeping in, Luis practically shot up out of his spot under the covers in surprise. He blinked like a newborn deer at Leon, who had a giant, victorious grin plastered on his face.

Luis wasn’t sure wether to laugh to be mad.

“Where the hell did Lulu come from?!”

“Ha, so you are awake. Knew it” Leon just continued to give him a toothy smile, buttoning up his collard shirt and jacket all the while ignoring Luis’ question. Who had now resorted to pouting cross-armed on the bed.

“What about me, a grown man, screams the nickname ‘Lulu’ to you, Sancho?”

Leon looked up at the ceiling for a moment, as if he was genuinely considering his answer. Luis knew he was just faking it, though, and continued to mentally curse himself for giving up his position so easily.

‘‘Lulu’. What a dumb nickname. Not that I’m embarrassed by it, or anything. Nope. I just.. Hope it doesn’t stick.’

“Hmmmm, well… I dunno actually,” Leon winked at him, so nonchalantly and easily it made Luis blush a little. Oh how the turned had tables, or something like that.

“I just think it’s cute, I guess. It suits you.”

“It does not!,” Luis shouted back defiantly, his face now definitely a shade darker than before. “Not in the slightest! Esto es una blasfemia!!”

“Uh-Huh. Whatever you say, Lulu”

Leon rubbed the embarrassment even further in when he leaned over to kiss his partner on the crown of his head, ruffling the Spaniards hair up for the added effect. Luis begrudgingly kissed him back on the lips before he heard the blonde mutter under his breath;

“Hah. Lulu. I like it.”

“Don’t you dare keep calling me that,” Luis growled playfully, giving his partner as much of a grumpy glare as he could muster. Internally, though, his heart was fluttering; it took every ounce of strength in him to not smile at Leon’s teasing. It wasn’t often he was so forward, even if Luis hated the reason as to why. It was nice to see.

“If you make that stick, I’ll start calling you… uh… Déjame pensar…”

As Luis stammered over himself and tried desperately to come up with an equally as insulting nickname, Leon held his unbreaking eye contact; so nonchalant and languid with it all the while.

It was almost painful, the way he waited so patiently and expectantly with a little smirk on his face- Luis couldn’t even make eye contact back at him he was blushing so hard. But at the same time he wanted to kiss that smile off of Leon sooooooooo badly.

“Go on?”

Oh ese bastardo.

“U-Um- Scotty. Yeah. I’ll call you Scotty”

Luis knew the ‘S’ in Leon’s name (unfortunately) didn’t actually stand for Salmonella like he’d joked about, and that most people probably didn’t even know his middle name was ‘Scott’ at all, not even his close friends.

So Luis hoped that by calling Leon a name he hardly identified with, it would provoke at least some kind of equal reaction.

But, of coarse, to no avail; his attempts were just met with a bark of laughter from Leon.

“Scotty?! Seriously?? Yeah, sure, let’s see how that one goes down with everyone at the Lab. I’m suuuure it’ll stick”

Luis’ voiced lowered to a playful growl, “Sancho, you’re not implying what I think you’re implying, are you?”

“What if I am?,” Leon leaned into Luis, pressing his hands on either side of him on the bed. The brunette tried his very best to keep his composure and not back down. But it was getting increasingly difficult.

“What if I, very nicely, and in private, asked Rebecca to start calling you Lulu from now on, hmm? Would you be upset?”

“You wouldn’t”

The thought of Leon quietly sneaking up to Luis’ coworkers- who he had dedicated so much time and effort into getting to even like him, let alone respect him- and asking them to call him ‘Lulu???’

If it was any other situation, he would’ve laughed and said; ‘Go right ahead, Cariño. Let’s see where that gets you’, but his dignity was on the line, ¡por el amor de Dios! And Luis certainly wasn’t about to give Leon the satisfaction of a smile or a laugh. It would only encourage him.

“Oh I would, Lulu.”

Leon reached back and grabbed Luis’ hand, pulling him up onto his feet with a dissatisfied grunt. He wanted to complain about the cold, and the fact that he’d just been forced out of bed- but the second Luis opened his mouth to speak, Leon’s lips were on his own in a heartbeat.

Luis didn’t have enough time to register what was happening and kiss Leon back before the blonde had already pulled away. Staring him up-and-down in such a way that made his heart beat up into his throat chaotically.

“Um- y-yeah, no, I, uh-“

“My, my, call me crazy, but I think you like being called Lulu, don’t you?”

Luis tried his best to scoff indifferently at the statement, maybe even roll his eyes a bit- but it just came out looking like he couldn’t make eye contact from the embarrassment, and his ‘scoff’ sounded more like a sheepish giggle than anything else. He bit his lip in desperation,

“Nooooooo, I do not like being called ‘Luu-Luu’, thank you very much”

Leon placed his hands on his hips.

“Nuh-Uh. Look at your face. You totally do”

“You’re de-lu-sional, Muñeco”

This finally caused Leon to break his composure, letting out a genuine laugh as he gave Luis a more gentle kiss on the lips. The brunette felt his chest warm up as he couldn’t help but chuckle along involuntarily. The more time they’d spent together, the more he’d been fortunate enough to hear Leon genuinely laugh. Not just that weird, half-chuckle he did to impress politicians or to make his rescuees feel better about themselves, no; his real, honest-to-goodness, full-body laugh. It was beautiful, at least to Luis.

And Luis secretly made it his life mission to get Leon to laugh as often as he could. Wether that be with bad flirting or with equally as bad jokes, it didn’t matter. Even if it meant he had to be called ‘Lulu’.

Which he was slowly growing to both despise and appreciate at the same time. Luis couldn’t tell which it was.

“Well, I’m gonna be late to work if I don’t go now, soooo….” Leon began to recollect himself, coughing as he awkwardly sidestepped away from their interaction and brushed down his expensive suit.

“Oh, and remember that mission to Papua New Guinea we were scheduled for in a couple days?”

“Sí?”

“Let the Lab know that that’s been pushed to later this evening, cuz the DSO wants us gone earlier. For some godforsaken reason.”

Even though his back was turned at this point, busy putting his shoes on- Luis could hear the tiredness in Leon’s voice. The Government was far too lax with their times and dates for missions and departures when it came to the DSO’s-Golden-Boy, at least in Luis’ humble opinion. And it meant Leon was often thrown around countries without warning like a ragdoll.

He made the conscious effort to not complain about the sudden time-change, though. It was difficult for him, yes, but Luis knew Leon often carried a lot of guilt for ‘dragging him around’, in his own words. (Even though he had, on multiple occasions, reassured Leon that it was in fact his choice to stick by him)

And Luis was proven right once again when the blonde finally turned around to give his boyfriend the biggest, most sappiest puppy-dog eyes he had ever seen on a single human being ever.

“I’m sorry, love..”

“Don’t be,” Luis gave him his signature, lopsided grin, cupping Leon’s cheek in his hand. He tried to keep his voice steady as Leon closed his eyes and gave his palm a light, apologetic kiss.

“What do you Americans say, again? ‘It is what it is’?”

“Something like that,” Leon huffed a dry laugh and pried himself away from Luis, much to his dismay. The blonde snapped his work watch on and finally turned to leave.

“I’ll see you in a few hours, Lulu. I love you.”

Luis just rolled his eyes and smiled. “You too, Cowboy. Te amo”

—————————————————————

Luis hadn’t even noticed Rebecca entering the Lab at the crisp hour of 6:30 AM. He sat hunched over at his desk- completely fixated on the task at hand- with his hair falling over his face like a curtain as he methodically drummed the tip of his syringe into a small glass plate. This was Luis’ fourth attempt at trying to examine the fluid inside of said syringe, but everytime he went to dab a droplet onto the glass plate, he always seemed to squeeze just a little too much out and cause it to overflow.

Luis chalked it up to his hands being cold and shaky as he let out a defeated sigh, once again squeezing the liquid out too fast and causing the glass plate to turn a sticky-yellow color. ‘Gracias a dios no soy cirujano’, he thought to himself as he cleaned off the glass and repositioned the needle back over again.

Luis had no idea Rebecca was practically sneaking up behind him, totally unaware that she’d slipped her oversized lab coat on just to add a bit of height as she stood directly behind him. Biting back her grin as best she could.

When Luis still didn’t acknowledge her presence, totally engrossed by his own failure- Rebbeca took it upon herself to cough comically loud, before saying;

“Good morning, Lulu!”

“¡MIERDA-!”

Luis kept about three feet into the air out of fright, instinctively throwing his arm up to cover his face protectively. The needle he was holding clattered loudly against the glass plate, and Rebecca made a winced face at the sound.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!! I didn’t see you were working!!”

“Nonono, está bien, está bien, you just gave me frig- wait a minuite,”

Luis’ clutch on his own pristine white Lab coat loosened as his beating heart slowed down. He was used to being jumped- a little more than the average person- and was accustomed to the quickened heart rate that followed.

Usually, when somebody snuck up behind him, Luis expected to hear his name being cursed with a fervor so unmatched with an honestly decent reason to hate him. But this isn’t what he was expecting. Like, at all.

“Señorita, I think I misheard… Did you just call me Lulu?”

“Mmmhmm!” Rebecca pressed her lips into a smile, the corners of her tired eyes crinkling as she nodded her head and hummed.

“Leon called me on the way to work and specifically asked me to call you that today. I’m not sure why. Oh, he also told me not to tell you he said that”

Luis felt his heart drop to his feet.

‘Leon, que hiciste…’

He immediately tried to save-face by laughing Rebecca off, waving his hand languidly and collecting the dropped medical equipment scattered over the table.

“Oh, psssshhh, please, Lulu? Seriously? Señorita, I wouldn’t have picked an esteemed scientist like yourself as the nickname type. Much less something like L-“

“I think Lulu’s pretty cute,” Rebecca smiled, completely unaware of Luis’ plight. She wasn’t taking his hints, and the scientist wasn’t about to spell out his own embarrassment for her to take advantage of. ‘How many people has Leon told so far??’

“It suits you”

“So I’ve been told” Luis grumbled. The microscope was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world to him as he tried not to meet Rebecca’s eye contact. But that was becoming increasingly difficult as she fluttered around him like a curious moth to a lamp.

“Oh, ‘So you’ve been told??’ Is this, like, an inside joke between you and Leon, or something?”

“Let’s go with that, Mariposa” Luis didn’t mean to sound so dismissive on purpose, but the further Rebecca tried to pry, the more his walls were starting to break down.

Nobody ever said he was resilient! Just persistent. At least that’s what Leon said. And a lot of other people, too. But those people hated his guts so it didn’t count.

Rebecca clearly wasn’t taking ‘No’ for an answer, and if Luis had eyes on the back of his head, he would have definitely seen that she had the biggest, most cheekiest smirk imaginable on her face.

“Oooooooooh, I get it. It’s a cute little nickname, huh?”

“Ah-ah, I see what you’re trying to do,” Luis swiveled around in his office chair, waving his index finger at the brunette with a sheepish expression. “You’re trying to get me to embarrass myself. Well, sorry to disappoint, mí amiga, but I’m not admitting anything to you”

“But you just did,” Rebecca folded her arms and rested her weight on one foot, cocking her head a little like it was obvious.

“I never even said anything about embarrassing you. You just outed yourself, smartass!”

Luis loudly and dramatically gasped to try and distract from the fact that his face was now definitely two shades darker than it was before, grasping at his lab coat like he’d been mortally wounded.

“I did not! I was framed! Set up for disaster, even!”

“By who?”

Luis immediately went silent.

Caught red-handed. Again.

Rebecca’s smug grin turned into a full-faced smile as she practically strolled across the room with a self-satisfied stride, shoes clacking obnoxiously loud against the ceramic while shaking her head and tutting ‘Leon, Leon, Leon…’ under her breath all the while.

Luis kind of wanted to tear out the concrete beneath them and dig himself a hole to live in forevermore from the sheer embarrassment of it all. He tried his damnedest to return back to the task at hand- ‘¿Qué estaba haciendo? Ah yes, testing!’- but no matter how busy he made himself out to be, the Spaniard would still occasionally catch Rebecca’s knowing smirk from across the room. Chin placed on her hand, she’d sigh wistfully like a damsel lost-in-thought every now and then.

This was appalling! Blasphemous, even! Luis Serra Navarro had been called many-a things- some words were probably best left unsaid- but his name being boiled down to a cutesy nickname like Lulu was not going to be one of those!! He could ignore a one-off, sure; retort back with a flirty remark, a wink, and a smile- but it was purely just the way Leon had held it over his head the way he had that got Luis acting so….

Bashful? Flustered? No. Totally not. Never. The fine knight Don Quixote did not get ‘Embarrassed’. He was a smooth-talker, a self-proclaimed ‘ladies and gents man’, and he had a reputation to uphold.

But that ‘reputation’ seemed to be slipping out of his fingertips like molten gold the longer Rebecca was around. Luis downright adored her at the worst of times, but Dios mío she was determined to get Luis as out-of-his-comfort-zome as humanly possible that afternoon, it seemed.

“Lulu, can you pass me the butterfly syringes while you’re up? I’m trying to count something and I can’t- oh wait nevermind I lost count anyways”

“Hey, Lulu, do you still have those reports from our last extraction, by any chance? I lost mine”

“Oooooooh Luuuluuu!!! I got you some coffee!! You said you like it with cream, right?”

“Alright, Lulu, we’ve gotta focus now,”

Coming up eleven whole hours later and the pair of them were still the only people alone together in the Lab. Which made sense, considering it was a Sunday and all- but that meant they were working overtime, which also meant Luis’ back was especially sore (more than usual, at least), his head ached from just how hard he’d been focusing, and Rebecca was still calling him Lulu goddamnit!!

He thought by now she would’ve given up on it, but nooooooooooo- everytime Luis gave her the silent treatment, it just encouraged her more.

She reminded him of Leon, in that way.

Man, he really missed Leon. ‘Me pregunto cómo está…’

“Terrasave told me this was their last sample of the blood cells they found in Papua New Guinea, so we can’t screw this up- Lulu, are you even listening to me??”

“Wh-huh- ¿Qué fue eso??”

Luis blinked out of his window-staring induced trance to face Rebecca, who was unsurprisingly faring no better than he was- dark circles painted her lower eyebags and her eyebrows remained permanently scrunched. The pair of them stood in front of a robotic, almost dystopian-looking machine; a pin-perfect needle was controlled by a metal arm, one that was positioned carefully over a small, round glass plate.

Luis would have offered to do it by hand, but Rebecca pointed out that inhaling zombie blood probably wasn’t good for either of their health. If Leon was there, he’d probably disagree.

The pair of them had been working on a new type of vaccination for a few common Virus’- Luis cringed internally at the fact that such horrific stuff like the T-Virus were now considered common- that could be redistributed through oral means like water or food, rather than injections. Sure, injections were easier, but screaming

children terrified of them were not. (And, again, much to Luis’ dismay- children being infected were also becoming a lot more common).

“Lulu, I need you to focus,” Rebecca sighed, resting her arms on the inactive keyboard in front of her.

“I don’t wanna have to explain to Terrasave that we ruined their last zombie blood sample”

Luis just sighed back and rubbed his tired eyes though his glasses, which at this point had slipped down the bridge of his nose. He stretched and yawned out loud;

“It’s kinda hard to focus when you’re still calling me ‘Lulu’, señorita”

“Wow, Rebecca really did commit to my request, huh, Lulu?”

Luis instinctively whipped his head around to the entrance of the lab where the voice was coming from; only to be greeted by a very familiar, smiling face.

“Leon!!”

Completely throwing all self-awareness to the wind, Luis practically ran across the lab to engulf Leon in the biggest hug he could manage without hurting him. It might’ve just been his tired brain making him feel sentimental, but seeing a familiar face he loved after a long day of work made him soft. Leon rarely ever stopped by to say hi at the Lab, their break schedules simply just never aligned- so this was more than a welcome surprise.

Luis buried his nose into his partners shoulder, ignoring the fact that he was probably wrinkling his nice expensive work suit in favor of the feeling of a warm hug.

“¡Dios mío, te extrañé tanto!” He felt Leon wrap an arm around his waist, squeezing him back as tightly as he could manage and giving the top of his head a quick kiss. The blonde chuckled dryly,

“Ha, looks like I’m not the only one whose had a long day at work, Lulu”

From across the room, Rebecca shouted;

“You have no idea, Leon! Lulu over here has been asleep on his feet for two hours now!!”

Luis felt his cheeks and the back of his neck heat up at the sound of the two’s back-and-fourth banter; again, he thought that by now, one or the other would’ve forgotten about calling him that embarrassing nickname! But ¡no, claro que no! Luis resorted to unintentionally burying his face further into the crook of Leon’s neck to save himself from facing the two of them with a madly blushing face; but that only caused Leon to laugh and coo at him.

“Awwwwwe, what, is my Lulu getting all shy on me now? You still don’t like my nickname?”

From over his shoulder, Luis heard the crackle of a phone speaker;

“Oh my gosh, is that Luis?? Wait wait wait hang on- Hiiiiiiii Luluuuuuuu!!!!!”

“Is that Ashley?! Dios mío…”

Leon just laughed at the disappointed sigh Luis left out when he heard Ashley calling him that nickname, too; he forced himself out of Leon’s arms for a moment to look at the caller ID on his partners old work phone.

Sure enough, ‘Baby Eagle’ was shown off front-and-centre.

“Leon,” Luis tried his best to sound intimidating, but it fell flat.

“How many people have you asked to call me…”

“Lulu?” Leon finished his sentance with a grin.

“Only Rebecca and Ashley, I swear on my life”

Leon was notorious for being a horrible liar. So Luis was almost immediately able to tell he was telling the truth, but still; he wasn’t about to let Leon get away with it Scott-free. He snatched the phone out of the blondes hand in one swift motion,

“¡Mí Señorita! ha sido tan largo, how’ve you been? Rebecca says hi,”

“Hi Ashley!!” Rebecca waved from across the room.

“Hiya Miss Chambers, hiya Lulu!! I’ve been good! Sorry I haven’t been able to visit you, I’ve got, like, extra bodyguards or something and they’re reeeeeeally annoying”

“It’s for your safety, Ashley” Leon huffed a half-laugh.

“So Leon’s tricked you into calling me that nickname too, I see?”

“Tricked me? No!! I’m calling you Lulu voluntarily!! I think it suits you!”

Luis groaned in defeat, hiding his face in his hands both out of sheer embarrassment and tiredness.

“¡¿Por qué todos dicen eso?! It does not suit me!!” He threw his hands into the air for extra emphasis, “I’m a grown man! What about me gives off ‘Lulu’ vibes?!”

“You’re cute,” Leon pointed out flatly with a smile on his face.

“And ‘Lulus’ cute”

“You have a short attention span!,” Rebecca shouted from across the room, “You probably need a nickname to keep focused anyways!”

“You have the soul of a Grandfather. And I feel like ‘Lulu’ is the kind of nickname I’d hear from, like, my Grandma in the White House or something”

“O-Oh yeah, Mí amiga? Well, if you all want to call me Lulu…” he practically had to force the nickname out of his mouth.

“Then I suggest you all start calling Leon Scotty from now on”

This, thank god, actually got a loud laugh out of Rebecca and Ashley- and Leon clearly wasn’t far behind, biting his bottom lip desperately to keep himself from letting even the slightest noise out. Luis felt his grow warm with a little sense of pride- He’d managed to make Leon laugh. Almost, at least. But that was good enough for him.

“N-No offense, Luis,” On the other end of the line, Ashley sounded like she was trying her damnedest to keep her voice steady after her burst of laughter

“But Scotty doesn’t suit him as much as Lulu does for you”

“Besides, it’s weird calling your friend their middle name!” Rebecca was equally as doubled-over with laughter, clutching the side table with her red hand that wasn’t covering her mouth in a balled fist.

Leon gave Luis a look that screamed ‘I told you so’

“Well, fine then. Dios Mío you three are persistent. But I will not be entertaining this nickname, I will simply be ignoring you”

“Whatever you say, Lulu” Leon smiled, taking his partners hand and bringing it up to his lips for a kiss. Luis really needed to stop being so blushy for ten seconds please.

“All jokes aside, though- Rebecca, I’ve gotta steal Luis for that mission….”

“Damn, you’re leaving me high-and-dry already?” Rebecca did her best to give the two men a confident smile, but Luis could practically see the exhaustion in her eyes. Not to mention just how generally disheveled she and the rest of the lab looked- the brunette man winced at the realization that he’d be leaving her all alone to finish their assignment and to clean up the entire laboratory.

“Mí Mariposa, I’m so sorry-“

“It’s fine Lulu, honest,” Rebecca gave him a genuine smile, the corners of her tired eyes crinkling. Luis felt his own guilt claw at his chest like nails against a chalkboard.

“I know better than the both of you how these missions are set up”

“At least let me help clean up!”

“There’s no way we’re just gonna leave you to do… whatever you're doing all by yourself,” Leon added, backing his boyfriend up. Even if he had zero clue what kind of ‘sciency-nerd-stuff’ (His words, not Luis’) the pair of them got up to during the day.

Luis looked back-and-fourth between Rebecca, Leon and the mess that was the Lab tables. Books, computers and medical equipment were scattered around as far as the eye could see- but Rebecca just shook her head and shooed him off.

“Like I said, It’s fine you two. I’m probably just gonna grab a late-night coffee and head home anyways. The students coming in tomorrow can clean all this up. I’ll call it work experience” the brunette gave him a wink as she began to practically shove the pair out of the lab.

“Now go! Vamos! Before the president or whoever gets mad at you or, something”

“My dad would never!” Ashleys voice crackled defiantly over the phone. Leon just shook his head and laughed as Rebecca dragged the pair out the doors almost by force.

“Oh trust me, he would”

—————————————————————

The loud, shrill screech of the helicopter propellers combined with the rumbling vibrations against Luis’ back were the only things keeping him upright at this point.

Luis was exhausted; beyond that, even. How he was even sitting up straight, let alone how he had his eyes open at all was a complete miracle. The thin helicopter seats underneath him left no room for relaxation, and forced Luis’ back up against the curved edge of the metal chopper walls- sending uncomfortable rumbles down his spine adjacent to the feeling of resting your head on a bus window. Only this was a full-bodied experience.

No matter how many times he did it, Luis never got over the feeling of flying in a helicopter- the first couple times he was practically ecstatic, staring out of the window as the ground beneath him shrunk into an oil painting-like splotch of greens and browns. The sudden jerk and lift-off never became familiar to him, either; he lost his stomach everytime, without fail.

Overall, kind of a miserable experience once Luis got used to the six-hour long trips filled with nothing but loud rumbling that left his ears ringing for weeks. Not to mention, it was cold. The BSAA’s Donation helicopters were, much to his surprise, nothing fancy on the inside; just cold metal as far as the eye could see. And metal got cold easily, believe it or not.

Luis sighed defeatedly as he did his best to shuffle into a more comfortable position- with no luck- and resorted to just hunching over himself. Screw future-Luis’ back problems, he was tired, damnit.

The only thing keeping him awake was Leon sitting right beside him. Arm-in-arm, the blonde was doing just as bad as he was. Worse, even.

Their trip to Papua New Guinea went… Not to plan.

They were instructed to go undercover with fake names and try to infiltrate a container ship supposedly full of T-Virus samples- but they were ambushed. Not by human beings, no; rather, a giant, fleshy, still-beating creature clawed it’s way out of the Oceanside jungle, unhinging it’s jaw to let out a loud, grotesque screech before launching itself at the pair of men.

It reeked of something Luis could just barely recognise as coming out of a Lab most likely, and it’s eyes- or more accurately, it’s three eyes- glowed a bright, fluorescent orange that screamed ‘Hey! I was a totally normal guy before I most likely injected myself with some miscellaneous alphabet-organized named virus and turned into this ugly creature!! Which means you have to kill me now, teehee!!!’

Luis looked down at his own bloody hands shakily at the memory. Neither him nor Leon had gotten the opportunity to change before they evacuated.

He rubbed the flaky, dry blood off of his hands as rigorously as he could. The smell stinged his nose still.

Him and Leon, by some miracle, had gotten the upper hand; the container ship was large and void of people, which meant they could spend as many hours as needed running around the small, shallow halls to avoid their oncoming attacker- who was much too large to fit within the confines of the many engine rooms they traversed.

But it was never that simple, as Luis had learnt. The Bioweapon had practically teared the container ship in two, and despite it looking like it’d have- at max- maybe three brain-cells, it still efficiently snatched up Leon and crushed his rifle under its feet within seconds, hoisting the blonde up into the air and crushing his body agonizingly slowly.

The pair of men were strictly instructed to not shoot the Bioweapon- the man underneath all those mutations, a Doctor Emmet Rupert Brown, was still showing clear signs of sentience and could theoretically be reverse-engineered back to his normal state.

But in that moment, when Leon was on the brink of death and without a weapon to defend himself…

Luis had no other options.

And the guilt of his actions ate away at him each passing second on their helicopter journey home.

Luis knew what he was signing up for when he joined Leon on his missions. He had heard tall tales about the kinds of monsters Leon S. Kennedy had faced bare-handed, and even saw plenty of them himself in Spain-

But what he wasn’t expecting was to be met with the harsh, cruel humanity that lay underneath those Bioweapons.

Luis turned to his partner, whose eyes remained unfocused and foggy, toeing the line between asleep and wakefulness.

‘Díos mío, how does he do it….’

In that moment, with the sound of the helicopter whirring drowning out any other outside noises; Luis remembered an experience he had while he was still living with his Grandfather in Valdelobos.

The late afternoon air was crisp, and Luis felt his small chest tighten from the cold. His legs sunk almost up to his knees as he struggled to keep up with his Grandfather. Huffing and trotting along behind him in a snails-trail.

Luis held a large hunting rifle with both of his hands- the sheer size alone engulfing almost half of his body.

In front of him, his Grandfathers shadow blocked the reflection of the sun against the blinding-white snow, letting Luis walk along with larger, more confident steps.

The Village Priests truly were right; Winter silenced everything.

There were no songbirds fluttering about Luis’ feet, no echoes of children playing just beyond the woods- nothing. Just the his own heavy breathing and his Grandfather's heavy footsteps. He was tired. They’d been walking in circles for what felt like hours, looking for anything to bring home to the table.

Luis was practically ready to fall asleep on his feet, the silence filling the air like his own lullaby, until…

SNAP!!

Luis almost lept out of his skin in fright as his Grandfather instinctively raised his gun up to his eyeline. They stayed still for a moment, before the sound of groaning followed the air.

Luis couldn’t see his Grandfathers expression, but instead was met with a familiar whistle-call that meant Luis was being told to follow him as closely as possible.

He wrapped a tiny hand around his Grandfathers coat sleeve, following every large step deeper and deeper into the woods until….

“A deer,” His Grandfather pointed to a large, brown lump lying in the snow.

“It’s gotten caught in the Bear traps. Stay there, Lulu”

Luis did as he was told and waited as quietly and stiffly as humanly possible- as if any sudden movements would break the watch below him.

He watched as the deer began to struggle and wail the closer his Grandfather got to it; he heard the older man murmuring a familiar lullaby, resting a hand on the big animals face. Even from so far away, Luis could see it’s terrified expression; wide, white eyes and a quickly rising-and-falling chest. He felt his heart crack a little in sympathy.

In one, swift motion, Luis’ Grandfather unbuckled the Bear Trap and the deer was gone within the blink of an eye; spraying up snow as it honked and wailed loudly into the silent air. Slipping around on its own gangly legs as it flicked snow straight into the older man’s eyes. Luis felt his chest loosen with relief as his Grandfather just laughed, watching the deer run off into the distance.

“Grandfather, why didn’t you kill the deer?” Luis asked, confidently trotting up to his side to investigate the Bear Trap.

His Grandfather kneeled down to his level, which only meant one thing; Whatever he was about to say next was extremely important.

“Because, Lulu, killing that deer while it was already mortally wounded would be a dishonorable murder. The Bear Trap wasn’t laid for it, so it shouldn’t have died by its jaws.

Understand this, Lulu; you only ever kill when it’s absolutely necessary and honorable. The most morally reprehensible action a knight can preform is taking a life while they’ve already been beaten down. Do you understand?”

Luis had held that sentiment with him his entire life.

Through working with Umbrella, experiencing the horrors of the Nemesis project, all the way to fighting against Krauser- Luis did his best to uphold his Grandfathers wishes.

But life wasn’t always a fairytale book.

And how Leon was able to live with that kind of guilt… He had no idea.

“…MmmLuuuis?”

As if reading his mind, Leon lulled his head over to face his partner with a slightly concerned expression. The little wrinkles on his forehead exaggerating as he forced his eyebrows up higher to keep himself awake.

“Are y’alrght?”

“I’m fine, Mí amor,” Luis reassured him, hoping his voice was audible over the roaring of the helicopter. He leaned over to kiss Leon on the sides of his temples,

“You, however, don’t look fine. You should be asleep, Cariño”

“Can’t,” Was all Leon was able to mumble out, his eyes dipping slowly.

“You’re still ‘wake…”

Looking at just how exhausted Leon was seemed to be contagious, because Luis’ own fatigue creeped up on the corner of his mind like weeds in no time. His entire body ached, his head throbbed, and the clothes against his skin felt itchy. Luis could have sworn right then and there that that was easily the most tired he had ever felt in his entire life; every limb was like lead, yet at the same time, his bones felt as liquid-y as jello. And every tiny cut, scar and bruise they had gotten from the mission seemed to be exaggerated in pain by 10000%.

But, once again, Leon just looked so much worse altogether.

Besides, Luis would feel a whole lot better knowing Leon had gotten some rest. Maybe he’d even join him later on if they were still up in the sky, who knows.

“Leon, I insist you fall asleep”

“But whu’ if we land…?”

“Then I’ll wake you up,” Luis did his best to smiled before running his free hand up through Leon’s stringy blonde locks to encourage his head down onto his shoulder. He played with his locks a bit before moving down to caress the bridge of his boyfriends nose, gently laying a kiss against his wrinkled forehead and eyelids.

“Ve a dormir, mí amor. I’ll protect you, I promise.”

That seemed to be the final straw for Leon. Luis felt his chest glow with warmth as the blonde sighed contently and finally shut his eyelids, head bouncing occasionally from the helicopters’ movements.

Luis could easily watch Leon sleep like this for ages, no matter how uncomfortable the conditions were; it was rare he ever got to spy moments of pure relaxation from Leon like this. So he well and truly appreciated it.

And although Luis had promised he’d stay awake for Leon…

The exhaustion, guilt and general jet-lag of their whole journey caught up to him in no time.

Luis surrendered to his own blissful rest, letting his long, dark locks fall over his eyes as he rested the side of his head against the top of Leon’s.

He was just on the verge of sleep, until…

“Goodnight, Lulu…”

Luis laughed.

Over the coarse of the last three days, he had totally forgotten about Leon’s little nickname for him. And he just assumed Leon had forgotten about it, too.

But clearly not.

And, hell, he couldn’t even stay mad at Leon for it.

In fact, Luis was indeed starting to warm up to the nickname Lulu after all.

He kissed the top of Leon’s head,

“Goodnight, Cowboy…”

#ericswriting #resident evil #luis sera #luis serra #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #rebecca chambers #ashley graham #luis serra navarro #luis serra fanfic #leon kennedy fanfic #serennedy #serrenedy #luis sera x leon kennedy #leon kennedy x luis serra #luis serra x leon kennedy #re fic #resident evil fanfiction #re4 luis sera #re4 luis #re luis #re leon kennedy #re leon #leon s kennedy fanfiction #re4 leon kennedy #re4 leon #re4r leon kennedy #re4r luis sera #re4r luis #re4r leon

[solanumofthestars]

Every Time

AN: A short Ada and Leon fic, set in an undefined time (could be anywhere after them meeting). Apologies for any mistakes, and I hope that if you read, you will enjoy :)

Rating/Warnings/: M (ish? More like a hard T) / swearing, mentions of torture and drugging, rough behavior (grabbing, threats), mentions of sex, kissing  

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Ada Wong

Word Count:  1.6k

Summary: Leon is captured- again. Ada is there- again.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Leon liked to meditate. It was something he tried to do every other morning, no matter where he was. Funny enough, it earned him a reputation for being "the silent type" even though he would do it for no more than 20 minutes, usually with his legs crossed, back straight, palms flatly resting on his knees. If he was in the field and couldn't assume such a position, he would just sit normally, hands on his knees, making sure to stare at a fixed, far away point for as long as he could.

However, the best position by far was the one that he came up with for himself, but which he didn't dare do in public- on his knees, hands folded behind his back, arms flexing and relaxing, head thrown back and eyes closed. Whether this was a legitimate meditating position he did not know, and did not care. All it mattered was that it felt great.

However, even though his arms were currently behind his back, he did not feel great. In fact, he felt pretty fucking awful. 

Leon shook his head to try to wake himself up. To his frustration, his eyes wouldn't open. His eyelids were too heavy. 

"....the fuck," he mumbled out. Had he passed out somewhere? There was a pounding pain in his head, one he usually associated with a bad hangover. 

Fuck, his arms and wrists ached too. He tried to pull them down, but was met with decisive resistance. "The fuuuuuck," he slurred, now angry. 

He was standing, barely, that much he knew. His entire weight was being supported by his hands, which were attached to…something.

His eyes had to open if he wanted to see what was keeping him upright. It felt like cuffs, but he couldn't be sure. 

Standing up properly could help. Problem was, his legs felt like jelly, the cheap kind. "Come on, come on…." he murmured to himself. Finally, his eyes fluttered open, and he could assess the situation.

Dim, barely lit bare room. A brand new cheap carpet beneath his feet. His wrists looped tightly over with a small chain that was padlocked, and connected to a bigger, longer, thicker chain that in turn connected to a crank. 

Ah fuck. This was a torture room.

He yanked on the chain for good measure, mostly out of sheer frustration but also with the silent hope that it would start to give way.

It did not.

Leon groaned, the pain in his arms becoming worse than the pounding headache spreading from his temples to the back of his head. By now he was sure that he had been drugged.

Maybe this was the torture? He was to be left here, all strung up, until his shoulders were about to fall out from his sockets, after which they'd come and demand something of him (he would say no) and leave him again? Or torture him with electricity? Knives? Hot pokers?

A strained whine escaped from the pit of his chest. The uncertainty was now doing its damage too. 

Then, someone unlocked the door and pushed it open. 

Ada.

With a deft motion she slammed the door shut behind her. She was carrying all his gear, which she unceremoniously dumped on the ground in front of him. 

"Those guns aren't cheap you know," he said, not at all concerned about the guns. The quip was to  mask the insane relief and happiness he felt upon seeing her.

Ada gave him a soft smile. "It's been a while, Leon. An interesting mess you've gotten yourself into." She walked up to him, and put her hand on his cheek. 

It felt so nice. Would she kiss him? Inadvertently, he leaned in, and was delighted when she kissed him back, parting her lips, letting him slide his tongue inside her mouth.  

He had seen her recently, a month ago, when she had broken into his apartment and tossed him some recordings that she claimed she had no use for. Although he had been somewhat taken aback at first, he had thanked her and offered her a drink. She had said yes to the drink, and yes to climbing onto his lap, grabbing his hair and riding him for the better part of the night. 

So by all standards, he'd say they were currently on pretty good terms. 

The kiss ended, and she moved away. "As nice as it is to see you, Leon, I am  now wondering what to do with you." She was circling him like a shark, her heeled boots softly thumping against the carpet, her red, flowing blouse swishing from side to side. Leon liked her in the dress, but he liked her even more in the tight black pants she was now wearing. 

"How about you let me go?" he proposed.

"Oh, it's not my decision to make," she said.

What did she mean by that? "What-" No wait, he'd get to that in a minute. "Can you give some slack on the chain then? My arms are killing me."

She pondered for a moment, before walking to the crank at an agonizingly slow pace and gradually releasing it. 

The groan he let out was almost embarrassing. All the tension was gone, and while his wrists still hurt like a bitch from the chains digging into his skin, he could at least keep his arms down, level with his hips. 

He immediately eyed his gear, wondering if he'd manage to reach it.  

"No you don't," Ada said. She punctuated her sentence with a rather rough pulling of the slacked chain, forcing him to stumble backwards. 

That annoyed him. "Ada stop fucking around, just let me go. That’s why you’re here…right?"

She scoffed and walked up to him. "Leon, the only reason I'm here is because I know the people who took you, and I just happened to be in the neighborhood on an impromptu house call when I stopped by." She gently swept his blond hair out of his face, and moved her lips to his ear. "In fact, it would benefit me, and my employers, if I left you here to die."

Well now he was angry. Why the fuck did she always toy with him? In a swift motion, he grabbed the front of her blouse and hooked one of his legs on the back of her thigh, pulling her so close that they were nose to nose, chest to chest.

"That's not happening," he growled in her face. She looked startled, but was already gaining her composure, softly but firmly placing her hands on his hips. 

"Leon, sweetie," she cocked her head. "I said it would be beneficial." Her eyes flicked down to his lips. "Now let me go."

"No." He twisted the fabric of her blouse in his hands, earning a small gasp from her. "Tell me what the fuck is going on, Ada." 

He hated how she lied. How she manipulated. How she disappeared, and how she didn't consider his feelings. As far as he was concerned, he was getting some answers and then getting the fuck out. Sure he was chained, but he had her in an iron grip, and in terms of brute strength he-

She kissed him again, softly, sweetly, her hands smoothing over his lower back. 

Leon melted instantly.

His grip loosened, and using the chain as leverage, he leaned into her, moving his hands down and holding on to her belt for balance. 

Her breasts were now firmly pressed against the thin fabric of his black tactical T-shirt, and he moaned into the kiss. Fuck, he'd make love to her right here on the floor if she ordered him to, chains and all.

"You're so easy." She was mocking him. "I prefer doing that to tasing you." 

Leon furrowed his brows. "You wouldn't-" Ada held up a portable taser a hair's breadth away from his face. She clicked it, the electricity making the ends of his hair rise. 

"I guess I would have deserved that," he said flatly, and she smiled sweetly at him. He did grab her after all.  

No wait, he didn't deserve that at all. He was simply trying not to die. And if he had to get rough with her, so be it. Fuck, she was making him stupid. 

But before he could do anything, she had already moved away to roll the chain up.

"Wait no-" he protested, but his wrists were soon back above his head. Fuck. 

"See you, Leon." She said, walking past him, deliberately swinging her hips."Next time, try not to get hit on the head and drugged by a bunch of low grade mercenaries."

"Ada, you-” he swallowed the unsavory curse that was on the tip of his tongue.  This is not over- Ada!" She gave him a coy smile, and then, she was gone, the door slamming behind her. 

"Fuck!" Leon growled. He jerked from side to side, causing the chains to loudly clank. Oh that fucking woman. Every fucking time he would get played and- 

His eyes widened. She left all his gear on the ground. Why?

Come to think of it, the chains around his wrists felt loose. He looked up, and realized there was no padlock. 

"Ada," he laughed. Suddenly, he heard shots and screams. No doubt Ada was applying her charms. 

Realization swept over him. Of course. She had told him everything in the beginning. A 'house call' in her case meant the termination of a target. The target happened to be the very mercenaries that had grabbed him. 

Within seconds he was out of his chain, and in a minute he was suited up. But when he burst through the door, gun drawn, he realized that Ada had already taken care of everyone, and, unsurprisingly, was already gone. 

Leon holstered his weapon and weaved his way around the fallen bodies. He'd have to report this in, which no doubt would raise some questions. But he would explain them away- he always did. 

He just hoped that he'd see her again.

#resident evil #resident evil fic #re fic #re #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #ada wong #leon x ada #ship: aeon #<--- that's the ship name right? #it's been ages since I've written fic for these two #elafic

[ghuleh-recs]

their combined powers were too great. he never stood a chance. rip king.

#swissrora double teaming copia fic when #better angle 🤌 #my gifs #my shitty gifs lmao #papa emeritus iv #swiss ghoul #aurora ghoulette #the band ghost #ghost gifs #re imperatour #ghost bc #ghost band #nameless ghouls #papa iv #copia